Comments on: meet the (satanic) beatles

By: late2theparty

late2theparty — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:32:33 +0000

In reply to Heather. Thanks so, so much Heather! I could've used a friend like you in high school. :)

By: Heather

Heather — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 22:54:53 +0000

LOVED this. If I knew you in high school, I would have thought you were bad ass! 🙂 Well written too! I love your blog!

By: late2theparty

late2theparty — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 20:09:44 +0000

In reply to Lyn. What can I say? Boredom + overactive imagination can lead to some great things! lol

By: Lyn

Lyn — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 19:54:45 +0000

Well I must have led a sheltered life is all I can say!! Undoing tapes and rewinding them to hear them backwards WOW wish I’d been there. Great story Jen.

By: late2theparty

late2theparty — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:52:10 +0000

In reply to Stephie Althouse.

Thanks, Stephie!

It’s funny; I spent so much time in the South trying to fit in that I used to think something was wrong with me because I didn’t. Once I moved away and out on my own, I realized that none of it mattered anymore, and that there *were* people out there who were more on my wavelength, to use a cliched term. Besides — being a “nerd” now is cool, right? 😉

By: Stephie Althouse

Stephie Althouse — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 05:59:27 +0000

Wow! What an amazing story!
If it’s an comfort I didn’t feel like I fit in either. I wasn’t told that I’d go to hell. But certainly I can relate to not fitting in. It was the cool thing to hate school – and I genuinely loved it )at least, once I didn’t get beaten up anymore). Weird, maybe. But I figured that if I had to go to school for 1/3 or so of my life for the next 13 years I might as well get something out of it… I thought most everything was interesting. I actually hated the idea to have to specialize. … Anyway. I didn’t like the “nerd stamp”. A friend of mine was worse off. Late in high school he got bad grades on purpose to gain the love, or at least acceptance, of others – who, of course, thought he was insane for throwing away the grades they secretly wished they had. Then at university it all changed. I guess they all were “nerds” and I didn’t have to play down what I knew or could do any more. I remember feeling so excited to meet people from all over the world – rather than just Germans and more Germans in the little town I grew up in.