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My friends just don't understand. Once you watch Star Wars, it forever changes your life. I haven't gotten to the Wearing Darth Vader Underoos Stage yet, but I am at the stage where you can't see my bedroom wall because of all the posters, and I am seriously considering making my cell phone number 327-1138 (if it isn't already taken). I am also guilty of 9 out of 10 of The Stooge's "The Top Ten Signs Your Boyfriend is a Star Wars Junkie" - except that I'm a female humanoid, and I can't afford a Toyota yet.
They don't understand - Star Wars isn't a movie, it is a lifestyle.
As for the title of this blog... let me explain. I went to a church summer camp, and this was my first year as a Star Wars fan - I was still in the "closet" so to speak. I thought that since it was an OLD movie, that it wasn't cool to be a Star Wars fan - this was before I had even discovered TheForce.net or even StarWars.com. I finally worked up the courage to tell some people that I was a Star Wars fan. Surprisingly enough, everyone I told was also a huge fan! I discovered it to be a great conversation starter - I ceased to be shy. Where before I wouldn't speak to anyone, I would now walk up to anyone, and introduce myself this way: "OK, Star Wars or Star Trek?" 99 people answerd Star Wars - three answered Star Trek, and one was neutral. I had 99 new friends!
Then the real world hit - I had to go home, and all my new friends lived in different states. I was all alone in my world of Anti-Star Wars friends. I started counting down the days to camp.
Next year at camp, I had a new enemy. We'll just call him Mr. P. (You know who you are.) He was a self-proclaimed geek, as am I. He claimed to be the world's expert on geekiness. And, since I was a Star Wars fan, I was not a TRUE geek. He would call me a Nerd - the lowest insult anyone can throw at me, besides Nerfherder. The funny thing was, with his Austrailian accent, I was called a "Ned."
It stuck.
As I said before, I am a female humanoid. That is now named Ned. I've grown used to it - I wear it a a badge of courage. I even embrace it. "Hi, I'm Ned, but you can call me Indy."
If you encounter something similar, just remember: They're just jealous that you have 99 friends, while they have only one. Just call them a Sithspawn right back. Or, Nerfherder works just as well, if you prefer more gentle language.
Have you had a similar experience? PLEASE email me or post it as a comment. I would be glad to know I'm not the only one.
_Darth_Ned_ out.
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