
Ok...I have been aware for a while that I am a closet nerd. Well...I think I believe I am a closet nerd; when, in truth, it's out there. After this latest (and long overdo) blog post...it will definitely be out there.
I have been slowly coming to terms with and actually becoming more comfortable with my nerdiness for quite a while now. I have always loved to read, and, as soon as I hit puberty, I gravitated towards guys with glasses and a deep love for the Lord of the Rings. I also grew up with a Father who loved Star Trek, Alfred Hitchcock, and the X-Files--an affinity he passed along to his only child. Since Peter and I have been together, our mutual love for Harry Potter and audio books have sealed our fate as a nerdy couple. But lately, it has been the deadly combination of Netflix streaming on my laptop and a renewed love for agents Scully and Mulder that have me worried that my nerd to cool ratio has become a bit unbalanced.
Why do I love the X-Files? I can't quite figure it out. Is it that David Duchovney (the 90's version, not the sketchy millenial version) is my new celebrity crush? Is it because I am wondering when oh when Scully will finally tell Mulder that she is in love with him (which is so obvious...wake up Mulder)? Could it be because my best friend Lori believed that the strange red light that would appear on our dorm wall (remember when laser pointers were cool) could possibly be extra terrestrials...maybe the 90's fashions are just drawing me in, or is it simply that this show provides mystery, and dog gone it, I love a good mystery. Who knows? But I am here to say that I cannot help myself. I simply love the X-Files.
Watch out creepy, anonymous government agent men...Scully and Mulder are on the case!
J-Nerd...out