So, I guess I'm a nerd. Being a nerd isn't cool, although the explosion in geekdom over the last few years has at least made it social acceptable if not borderline cool (see "The Big Bang Theory"), but I guess I've always been a nerd. I just haven't always wanted to be one.
I grew up like most kids in the late 80's and early 90's, surrounded by Ghostbusters and Ninja Turtle action figures. Running around quoting GI Joe, Thundercats, and Batman. Collecting comics when they killed off Superman, watching Ducktales and Talespin after school, and gaming like I was going to enter the Nintendo World Championships. Of course, this wasn't too unusual back then, I guess what's unusual is that I never really grew out of this stuff.
It seems to be a problem that is plaguing my generation, whether its the horrible economy or the introduction of the internet, we've been a generation of adults who still have access and love our childhood. Earlier tonight, I watched the introductions for all of my afternoon cartoon favorites via YouTube. I've recently acquired a torrent with episodes of The Real Ghostbusters (with commercials intact circa 1987) and I'm in the process of purchasing an original Nintendo on eBay. None of these items would have been available with the ease that I got them without the internet and I figure that's what to blame. We don't have to find enjoyment in new entertainment, we have access to the old stuff and that's what reminds us of happier and easier times. Older generations may scoff at this, but that's mostly out of jealously, they were never given the option of embracing their childhood in their twenties and thirties as we are able to. I'm not really sure about how healthy it is to be stuck in the past, but I think as long as you are moving forward a little nostalgia is good for you.
So that brings us to now, November 2011. I just turned twenty-eight three days ago, and have finally found happiness in my twenties. Every year a few weeks leading up to my birthday, I tend to freak out. I panic, I get depressed, and just generally hate life. I realize that my life has not gone anywhere near where I wanted it to go, and I haven't accomplished shit. I feel as if I'm too immature in my interests and should be out playing golf and socializing instead of watching Ghostbusters cartoons with the old commericals. I feel as if I should put away my childish interests and hobbies and just move forward in being a healthy mature adult who goes to work, shuts up, gets a mortgage, and plays the stock market instead of Battlefield 3.
So for those few weeks, and several times throughout the year, I attempt to reinvent myself. I've read just about every book on every world religion. I've gone through just about all of the self-help section including the new age dribble. Decluttering blogs, four hour work week blogs, workamping blogs, you name it, I've read it and wanted to do it. I'd purge my movies, games, and music all to find myself still miserable a few months later. Nothing seemed to work, and every year around my birthday it would only get worst. I've been doing this pretty much for the last six years and I've finally broke the cycle.
See a few years ago, a friend of mine Jimmy, saw me struggling during one of my attempts at changing. I was trying to grow up and be somebody else, and Jimmy knew this wasn't right. So I came into work one day and he handed me a Ghostbusters wallet like the one pictured below. He handed it to me and told me to not forget who I was, and at the time I just didn't appreciate what he was doing. He was giving me something I'd handle on a day-to-day basis that would remind me of what I love and that it was okay to do so. I wish I had listened a couple years ago.
Obviously I didn't listen. I continued to suffer and purge and basically rid myself of all my worldly possessions. There was some good to come out of it, and some bad, but its been done. I left my wife about a year ago, and figured that my rebuilding would start immediately, but that didn't happen either. Instead, I spent part of the year researching and suffering as I usually do and trying to find my path in life.
Then a few months ago, I enrolled in some classes at the local community college. It was a short program that would hopefully give me that direction in life that I needed. About half way through, trying to work forty-five hours a week and go to school eight hours a day, three days a week, I realized I was only punishing myself. I had been attempting to force myself into doing something and liking it. Instead, I stressed myself, over worked myself, and realized I wasn't happy. And it was around then that I realized that there was really nothing wrong with me. I was happy when I was surrounded by my interests. I had ideas for jobs and hobbies when I thought about doing the things I enjoy and love. It was only when I tried to force myself into being what society deems a proper adult that I become depressed and miserable. I tried to fix those feelings like religion and philosophy, but no matter what I studied nothing ever helped. However, a good gaming session of some old school Mario and watching Firefly seemed to make everything right.
So I realized that me fighting who I am is what made me depressed. Embracing who I am made me happy. I like being the guy who everyone comes to with gaming questions, I like being able to carry on a somewhat respectable conversation about comics with collectors, I like collecting rare movies, and watching shitty sci-fi. That's who I am, its who I've always been and who I'll always be. I can put on a suit and try to say I'm someone else, but when it comes down to it, I'll never be that guy who goes camping every week, nor the guy who works on cars. I'm the guy who quotes Buffy and likes debating Star Wars.
It was only through this acceptance did I start being happy again. I stopped taking life so serious and just started enjoying what I love. I started picking up some of my old favorite cult classic movies, watching my old favorite web series, and next thing you know, I'm starting to feel like the old Brandon again. Now, I'm not going to say that I don't need some fine tuning (some more exercise is a MUST), but my interests are starting to come back to home and thats where this blog comes into play.
Blogging is something I've done for years. I like writing, and I like sharing my creations with the world. I mean, what artist doesn't? So this is simply the first step in the right direction. I have a place to talk out my interests, projects, and past experience, while hopefully keeping me focused on the prize. I want to do what I love and that is to create. I want to make some sort of video entertainment, whether a web series or movies, I just want to be out and producing content like I use to. I guess, that problem I'm having the most is, I'm jaded. I've started and stopped so much, and have just generally struggled with getting anything off the ground, I've just given up. Now that I'm attempting to get back in the saddle, I find my stories have left me and motivation to write as well. So hopefully throughout this blog, I'll regain my focus and get back on track.
What are my regrets as a nerd? I wish I wouldn't have skipped some bigger things I had planned like Star Wars Celebration 5 or NWA Legends FanFest a couple years ago. I wish I wouldn't have completely purged my DVD collection, gotten rid of my Kevin Smith collectibles nor old game systems. I wish I wouldn't have wasted so much damn time reading on different religions when I should have been reading comics. I wish I would have learned to love and respect who I was a little earlier.
Nonetheless, there is no sense dwelling on the past. Heck, I have time to make up for! Anyway, I hope you'll stick around for this crazy journey wherever it takes me.