I’m definitely a geek and a nerd, but I don’t really identify much with geek culture at all.

Like most cultures, I never really fit into it even though technically it’s the one most like my proclivities.

I guess it’s because I’ve always had a healthy ego, and never subscribed to the “we’re so oppressed yet superior and we deserve hot women regardless” mantra that male geeks seem to spout. And anyway, I never believed that there were any women out of my league (to the extent I thought about it in that objectifying way at all), or anything that I couldn’t do if I wanted to – that whole “healthy ego” thing.

Basically, I never bought into anything anyone told me about myself. My self-esteem just can’t be beaten down by others. I’m not built that way, luckily.

I also didn’t feel like I deserved anyone’s attention or time, or that anyone owed me anything.

What the fuck is all these geek’s problem, anyway? I’m asocial as all hell, about the opposite of Mel Gibson in looks, and I’ve never had a problem meeting women.

Not being a dumbass entitled asshole goes a long way, strangely. And being interesting and doing interesting things with your life. Not because you want to “score” but because you want to.

If an ugly-ass introvert like me can spend half a lifetime being with amazing women, you people with way more advantages should be like hanging out with Jennifer Lawrence and shit every day.

But leading an interesting life is key. It’s fun, it makes you interesting, and if nothing else leads to some good stories.

Some of the crazy things that have happened to me I actually tone down (sometimes way down) in person as they are nearly unbelievable to the average cubicle dweller.

I usually don’t tone them down on the blog, though, so dear readers you are getting the real stuff here.

The moment I truly realized my life had completed changed from how I grew up wasn’t until I was probably 24 or 25 or so.

It was at work, and I’d agreed to sub in for a woman on a bowling league who wasn’t able to show up that night.

One of the other guys on the bowling league came by my desk and said, “Thanks for subbing in. I thought you were way too cool to hang out with people like us.” He didn’t say it condescendingly or sarcastically; just as a statement of fact.

Even though I absolutely knew he was talking to me, I actually did that thing people do in movies and looked behind me a little bit to make sure he actually wasn’t speaking to someone else.

That’s a long way from being called a “loser nerd faggot” in middle school, for sure.

I’m not surprised that most people who are attempting to “rescue” sex workers actually do more harm than good.

This includes 99% of Western feminists, too.

Ain’t hardly nobody talking about rescuing Wal-Mart workers, or waitresses, or short-order cooks, and believe me some of those people are just as exploited – and probably more so –  as the average sex worker (and they make a lot less money, too).

Mainly “rescuing” sex workers is about sex-phobia and delusion.

When you see ammo “cooking off*” in movies, it’s portrayed as hugely dangerous, like the bullets are firing as if they were in a gun.

But that’s not actually what happens**. The bullet needs something to “push against” to actually fire, and is greatly accelerated by the barrel of the weapon it’s fired from.

When ammo cooks off, it’s the casing that gains speed (think about why, it’s easy!) and is the part that’s dangerous, though usually not very dangerous as compared to a bullet fired from a gun.

Anyway, no matter that it’s not all that risky, you still shouldn’t throw ammo in a fire. While a .22 LR brass might not really hurt you, as the cartridge gets bigger so does the M x A of the casing.

*Cooking off generally refers to ammo that fires from being overheated, but here I am using it to refer to any “outside of the chamber” firing.

**Source: grew up a a redneck in rural N. Florida where I have seen ammo thrown in a fire, and was in the US Army for five years.