The Things that Make You Go, 'Huh'.

In most of my internal musings about Humans as a Whole, I reach the conclusion that at our core, we are all essentially the same. I hold true to this statement and until I have some empirical evidence to sway me otherwise, I will abide by it.

With that said, every once in a great while I come across someone who has me rethinking my theory. I spied one such anomaly today in my wanderings around campus. I think I will dub this case subject: The Kid that possibly lost a bet/really marches to the beat of an off-tune drummer.

For short, The Kid wearing the Harry Potter Hat.

That's right, you just read that. The Kid wearing the Harry Potter Hat. Walking around like it was Diagon Alley and not a college campus full of overly judgmental peers. To say I did a double-take as soon as I spotted him would be an understatement. I wouldn't have been surprised if my jaw literally hit the floor (and I'm fairly tall for a girl, so that's sayin' somethin').

I held in my instinctive chuckle aimed at the Kid with Watermelons for Balls (you have to be to wear that hat in a place where the students oddly resemble vultures on a good day). No one likes to be laughed at, and I wasn't going to let my shock give way to cruelty, no matter how oddly hilarious I found the sight.

It's one thing to go to a convention and dress up like your favorite sci-fi/fantasy character (who doesn't want to 'live long and prosper'?)and revel in dork-dom with you're own kind. At least when you dress up and kick it with your Vulcan or Storm Trooper buddies, you are the majority. You can use your light saber or Elvin crafted Longsword to kick some 'normal' people ass all up and down the block.

But to walk around on a college campus, the lone beacon of everything that is nerdy in the world... Well... That just makes me proud. How secure (or completely oblivious) do you have to be to let your Freak Flag fly like that? Pretty damn secure (or delusional), if you ask me. That kind of moxie gives me hope for humanity.

I am pretty sure that everyone has a healthy dose of 'dork' in them. I believe most of us have conditioned that 'dork gene' to hide beneath the surface, only to come out to play in isolation or with a group of like minded 'dorks'. We all seem to convince ourselves that our pesky little 'dork' trait is insignificant, that we are cool and socially acceptable.

These are lies; we are not cool and what in the hell is universally socially acceptable? We are all cut from the same cloth, we are fed the same media and education so it stands to reason that we all have the essence of dork somewhere. Some of us are masters at hiding it, and I gotta say, I have no respect for those fools.

The Kid with The Harry Potter Hat brightened my day and gave me a sense of well-being about letting my own nerdiness shine through. So Kid with The Harry Potter Hat, I salute you. You may not be one of a kind, but you are one of the few brave souls that simply doesn't give a fuck about what people think. Don't ever let anyone cast a 'silencio' on your very active dork gene.