To Geek or Not to Geek?

This is apparently what happens if you do a google search for Star Trek and then sit back and look at all the pretty pictures. I loved this picture, but it really made me think-- what side of that waiting room would I be on now?

I was a total nerd in high school... Actually I still am, I just learned to hide it better. So where exactly do I fit in now? All the friends of my best friends from high school always appear to fear me, and the kids my boyfriend plays MTG with stutter and drop their cards when I appear, even if my appearance is due to the fact that I too am playing magic and having inevitably lost in the last round, I must now play them. 

So what happens now? Is there some sort of retrograde order that governs the social circles once we get older? If so, I really feel cheated. I used to be one of the geeky kids that got looked down on, and now I'm one of those social people that the nerds privately mock. Does this ever reach an equilibrium or do I just have to accept the fact that I'm being mocked and I have the distinct pleasure of realizing it? Kinda makes you feel jealous of those kids that were popular in HS, they never did seem to figure out what vicious fun we always had at their expense... you know how public school teachers always say 'no question is a stupid question?' Yeah, they're just being nice. In fact, many questions are stupid questions, especially the ones that require the instructor to repeat something that was quite literally just explained. 

But that is beside the point. I want to know what happens to the nerds that woke up one day, stuck their heads out of their chosen corners, and realized, "Hey! Vogue isn't so hard after all!" I maintain that, in all seriousness, it takes a special sort of nerdiness in and of itself to devote yourself so fully to the demands of fashion. The time you have to spend scouring magazines, and online stores, vintage shops, and designers' web lookbooks... or maybe that's just me. Hey, what can I say? I'll always be a nerd. 

At this point, I'm just glad I didn't wind up getting that dragon tattoo encircled with an elvish inscription I wanted when I graduated... Ooops, did I just say that out loud?