We don’t sit around babbling about Harry Potter and Twilight…

The world is full of dorks. Today I am here to give them the respect they need, because in all honesty, you are a dork too. This planet is full of dorky people who do dorky things that are unconventional and strange. That’s what makes us who we are.

I am a dork because I would much rather sit at home locked up in my room with a stack of books and a bag of sour patch kids. I bite my nails. I have the inability to tell a lie without giggling. I jam out to Frank Sinatra and Train. (Whenever Soul Sister comes on the radio I stop the conversation I’m having to sing along.) I am a dork because I was so sincerely excited when I bought a notebook for my poetry that had good lines on the inside and had a flexible binding. I giggle when I watch army movies were peoples thumbs get shot off. I have daily doses of chocolate. (At this very moment I am nibbling on Belgian fudge.) I am a dork because I am friends with dorky people.

My dorky friends are obsessively in love with Frank Sinatra, wake up at 6 o’clock in the morning to go to Starbucks, make clover flower crowns, swoon over men with scruffy chins, watch Disney classics on normal days, sing musicals, read and reread books, and consistently wake up with a bright idea of the glass half full.

So don’t think that dorks are just these freaks that sit around babbling about Harry Potter and Twilight, but there are many brands of dork. So, I’m a dork, you’re a dork. We are all dorky people doing dorky things.