Originally Posted by TheSurgeon
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We have fallen into the common misconception between the blurred lines of nerds and geeks. They both enjoy a dash of fantasy, but differ drastically.
The nerd is intelligent and enjoys playing fantasy time with friends because he has no time to snatch up some snatch with all of his time spent learning. Also they don't have the social skills necessary nor the masculinity to be real men, so they dream of being men in capes. But they are, in fact, intelligent and driven.
The geek, however, a sordid troglodyte degenerate of a man existing in his abject room of fandom because his life is so morbid and miserable that he lives through escaping. His neck is corpulent, his shirt is greased, and with wobbling fat forearms he jibbles and gibbles, jobbles and wobbles, around to and fro from couch to seat from con to cave retreat. His most cherished possessions are the figurines adorned on a book shelve lined with such scholarly work as "The difference between drakes and dragons", "My time in Norrath" a self written journal with barbecue sauce stained pages, "How to LARP like a Legend", and most importantly "How to show your worth by raid leading while pizza delivering".
That shelve in the corner is the only piece of the noisome room which is clean, polished in the fake wood paneling, cheap and poor as the geek is in heart and soul. The geek does not innovate, except on damage spreadsheets, nor does he try to do anything of value, besides the valuing of his digital collection. He is poor, stupid, uniformed, and content to grow wider and rounder eating mouth fulls of chowder.
It is how one would picture the room of a troll. Not the kind of person that prods others egos online, but the actual embodiment of a man taking the shape of a troll with petrid pools and stains of unknown origin lined along the desk and bed. The only manly thing a geek does is grow a beard, but they fail even at that. The hair is sparse, probably because of the rotund nature of their neck spreading the follicles further apart. They don't shave. Can't find the energy. Convince themselves that this is who they are, that they can do no better. Years pass, life passes, and all they have done and achieved has been in the worlds they used to escape their sad pathetic existence. This is why they love super heroes. They live through others but never for themselves.
So a nerd likes fantasy but a geek is what we all think of when we see trundling man children hog the popcorn while talking loudly on their way to the right seats at the midnight showing of their favorite fan movie. Each step another huff and a puff, and every burger one closer to death.
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