An Indepth Look Into A Geek's Soul

So, I've randomly seen into various people's habitats lately, and what I've seen is rather not what I expected.  People seem to live rather clean lives.  Now, from some people, I totally understand that.  I mean, I just randomly saw into Sam's living area because I happened to click on some link she posted on her facebook.  It was a weird site by the way, some techno thing where people chatted and listened to some guy do his DJ thing and they also had some webcams up and what not.  Yeah, not for me, that's for sure.  Still, it took me like time to realize that Sam was one of the girls with the webcam up.  First it shocked me, then I was like, her little corner of the world looks awesome.  And a bit neater than I would have expected, knowning what few things I know of her.

Probably the bigger shocker I got yesterday though, when I went to Free Comic Day at Top of the Ninth with Chris.  You see, we stopped by his apartment first, to pick up his little brother.  I was expecting to find something along the lines of a decent bit of clutter, seeing as how he never seemed to be one to be all the clean.  I was totally shocked to find that his apartment was damn near spotless.  Even his room was clean.  I just didn't expect that of him at all.  He's not exactly a slob, he just comes off as not caring about picking up, like it's not the first thing on his do to list.  Plus, his car was kinda messy, not filthy, just sorta messy, like most cars.  And I assumed that his house was going to be like that.

I guess what I'm saying is that from what little I've seen of these people's room, I've gotten such a grasp of their personality.  Chris has these comics, nice, old ones, I think like the first issues of various series, framed and hanging on his wall.  Sam had some random ass poster of what I think was a band on the part of the wall I can see.  And both were totally a lot cleaner than I expected.

It just makes me think about my place, you know?  Well, my room at my grandpa's at least.  It's not very clean, though I have been picking up lately.  What does that mean exactly?  That I'm a slob?  That I don't care about myself?  That I see myself as a piece of trash?  Is my room really all that personal at all?  In a way, I suppose it's personal in that cheesy, high school way.  I have lots of posters up, almost all of them being rooted in the the realm of fantasy.  My legos are at the front of the room.  My desk faces a window.  A geek who wants to get outside?  Is that what my room says about me?  Hell if I know.  I just know I need to clean up some more.

And here you thought this was going to super emo.  Nope, it's only mildly so.

Peace Out.