I recognize that my intentions will not enhance my “coolness” in the slightest. In fact I realize that they will often result in my appearing to be a big pompous dork who’s trying to live real life like the SCA. That’s exactly what I’m trying to do, and I resolve not to give a damn how it makes me look.
As a child I tried to weave a mantle of hip, jaded detachment in order to protect myself from derision. That shield served it’s purpose, but now I am no longer a child, and it can be cast aside.
Life is too short to allow hipness to stand in the way of living it the way I believe it should be lived. This is a dork’s manifesto.
The only part in this grand play I am henceforth willing to play is wholly and consumately Myself. If that is the part of The Dork, then I pledge to be as big a dork as I can be.