In middle school, which is what we call junior high here, I ate lunch with the biggest dorks ever. They commonly talked about ballistic military helmets and level 12 elves. Star Wars, Star Trek? Too common for these guys.
I was, if you can believe it, the coolest guy there. I had a mini-me 6th grader who looked eerily like me. I had a guy who'd run errands for me if I paid him with food. I was like a demigod to those poor little souls.
What an asshole I was. At least I eventually learned to be nice to people. Sort of. Aw, fuck you.
But I'm still a dork. A lovable dork.
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