The harsh reality is I am a dork. Wikipedia describes it as “USA pejorative slang for a quirky, silly and/or stupid, socially inept person, or one who is out of touch with contemporary trends. Often confused with nerd and geek, but does not imply the same level of intelligence.” Although I like the description in Urban Dictionary better: “Someone who has odd interests, and is often silly at times. A dork is also someone who can be themselves and not care what anyone thinks. ” I have also found out in my dork research that it also means “Vulgar slang for penis.” I am so excited! A new word to use that most people won’t know what it means whenever I yell at them, “Hey, you dork!” teehee teehee
See what I mean? I am such a dork. For instance, about a month ago I decided to get all my beautiful plants from last summer (that I store in the garage during the winter months) out for a nice drink of rain since the weather was warm and rain was on the way. I had Brandon come over and help me move them outside, fully intending to move them back in a week. “Now, where did that week go?” So, of course, my plants were left out longer, through a frost, and here they are today.
Why, you ask, would anyone not pay attention to the weather and get on the stick (pun intended) to get this done? Because that person is a dork. One who goes through life thinking there is always at least an extra hour in the minute or an extra week in the day. (One of the reasons I’m always late.) Then, when the realization hits me that, no, a minute is truly that, a mere minute, I must then rush to make up for the time I don’t have that I thought I did. Are you getting that?
Here are the beauties in their heyday.
This year I am trying to accomplish goals, work, “things” in a timely manner. I have failed miserably. But tomorrow is another day.
Which means I will be back at work. I can’t wait to ask my guy friends, “So, how’s the dork?” teehee teehee
I just realized… if I were a guy, I would be a double dork.
I think I need Dorks Anonymous. We’d all tell our names, ages, ranks, addresses, SS numbers…