I am a nerd.
This comes to no surprise for those who know me. I geek out so easily on things. From technology to completely random and fascinating facts, I can retain the most mundane pieces of information, and then I share them openly and so matter-of-factly like it’s no big deal.
Case in point.
Today I was at the local Whole Foods — and we’ve been going there for quite a while. So much so that I have my favorite checkers and baggers (there are many of them, I have to admit) and today I went with the tall, Einstein-hair biker (road, not motor) man. As part of the loot for the day, I was buying some Guinness for St. Patty’s Day and realized I left my licence in the car with the rest of my wallet. I told him, and since he knows me, he said it was okay. Then he whispers, I just had a birthday.
Happy Birthday! I shout.
Ehh… Well, it’s not really a big deal, but it’s kind of a big deal. I’m adjusting. I just turned 50.
That’s great! You look great.
Well, thank you. I feel great. But, honestly, how does it sound when you’re on a date and you have to tell a girl you’re FIFTY?
Ehh, that’s not really that bad. It’s really how you feel.
(Wait for it….)
My husband is 12 years older than me. And it’s really not an issue.
Wait, he’s how old?
Twelve years older. It’s not a big deal at all.
Yeah, you know, I dated a girl who was 11 years younger once, and it worked out fine. But then I dated this 20-year-old, and man, that was way too young.
Yeah, totally. I mean, the frontal lobe isn’t completely attached until 25, so that makes sense.
And the conversation went on like it was no big deal….
Yes. I threw in a random fact about the freaking frontal lobe not being fully attached until someone turns 25 years old with my checker at the market. He wasn’t fazed at all (it’s Whole Foods, after all), and I’m sure I left sounding like a complete nerd or else jack-ass, or else neuro- something or other.
(Sidebar: this matters because one of the frontal lobe’s primary functions is the ability to recognize future consequences from current actions, to choose between good or bad, override and surpress socially unacceptable responses, and determine similarities and difference between things or events. In a nutshell, those who are under 25 are more susceptible to making poor decisions and this poor decision making multiplies exponentially when drugs or alcohol are involved. Which leads me to a much larger argument on so many things that can be saved for another day.)
But this is the crap I pull. I retain so much random information that I find fascinating that I often throw it into casual conversation like it’s no big deal. It probably isn’t, but for those who know me well, they know that if they have a question about eating healthy, pregnancy, birthing, babies or working out, then tend to come to me for answers. I mean, one of my friends has been known to come to me before she goes to Google. And no, I’m not joking.
I have to admit I’ve been slightly lazy on my intake of information as of late, but one can only consume, process and then put out so much information in a given month, right?