During the last week I have come to the conclusion that I am the manliest dork that I know. If it wasn't for my dashing good looks and hair on my knuckles, which women find intriquing, I would be right in the mix with all the other pasty skin kids you remember from high school. I got along with them very well BTW.
What prompted this was I was explaining Dante's Divine Comedy and in the middle of my brilliant lecture it dawned on me that I have spent a considerable amount of time researching one book! Not even the whole Comedy, but just one book of it. Am I ashamed? Nope. In fact I am proud of this dorkiness because when people see me they think "Crap this guy is big and probably dumb." Then I use words that they have to look up and they eventually cry themselves to sleep. On the other hand people see me as a dork and think "Wow, dorks have a Juggernaut on their side."
Tonight for example, I went to the gym, lifted some weights, swam a mile and didn't even sweat. Now I am typing this because I just enjoy writing (especially when it is about me because I am the most awesome subject I know). So am I a hybrid? You decide, but either way I still rock that much.
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