Here’s the scoop, kids.
Some of us may not want to hear this, but…
we’re all dorks.
Every last one of us.
We all have a dork factor.
OK, my dork factor may be stronger or wilder than your dork factor, but we’re all dorks–unless we’re robots.
Unless we’re sheep all bleating the same.
If we’re embracing our individuality, our birthright, we’ll act differently than the crowd.
Once upon a time, say, back in high school, and maybe yesterday, you tried to be cool. You tried to fit in. You tried to hide your dorkdom.
Then you grew up and embraced it–OK, maybe not always, but certainly after today.
When people frown and try to fit you in a round hole, applaud your square rights. Insist on your unpredictability.
Your dorky edges dance.
Your funky eyes wink.
You will not be the same as Jane, John or Julie Doe.
They can not make you. You inner thoughts cannot convince you to be cool and boring. You will be the magnificent dorky wonderful human you are!