(My boyfriend and I are at the wedding of a couple we’re good friends with. It’s worth noting that all four of us are huge nerds, and the couple have vowed to have the geekiest wedding ever. While we’re waiting for the ceremony to start, Boyfriend is reading through the program.)

Boyfriend: “Procession, vows… wait, ring warming? What’s that?”

Me: “No idea. Passing the wedding rings through the flame of a unity candle or something?”

Boyfriend: “What, to reveal the Elvish inscription and determine if you accidentally chose an evil, cursed wedding band to rule them all?”

Me: *laughing* “Well, with [bride and groom], it’s totally a possibility…”

(The ring warming actually turned out to be passing the rings among the guests and asking everyone to add their warm thoughts and good wishes to the wedding bands. It was a very cute tradition, and an impressively nerdy ceremony, but alas, no dark rings of power!)

(In my senior year of high school, my biology teacher and I bond over our love for the Broadway show “Hamilton.” It is a fairly quiet day and she decides to pass back a chunk of papers that she has spent longer than usual grading, due to a mixup with another teacher.)

Teacher: “Okay, here’s the last month of work. I’m sorry it took so long, guys. Since [Other Teacher] accidentally took our papers instead of hers, I’ve been working to fix the grading pretty much nonstop.”

Unable to resist, I bolt to my feet.

Me: “Gentlemen of the jury, I’m curious; bear with me. Are you aware that we’re making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation, the liberty behind deliberation! I intend to prove, beyond the shadow of a doubt, with my assistant counsel—”

Teacher: *without missing a beat* “Co-counsel, [My Name], sit down. Your test grade was atrocious; did you even read this? That’s all you gotta do.”

Me: “Okay.” *sits back down*

(A few people clapped and we got some laughs. After that, the teacher and I made it a game to see who could insert “Hamilton” lyrics into everyday situations in class.)

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(I work in video game publishing. I’m on a phone call with one of my coworkers early in the morning, and am admittedly only paying half attention because I slept poorly.)

Coworker: *blah blah – apps – blah blah – company – blah blah – furry analytics*

Me: “Wait, wait. Why?”

Coworker: “Uh… why what?”

Me: “Why Furries? What am I missing about our demographic?”

Coworker: “…flurry. Flurry analytics. With an ‘L.'”

Me: “…oh.”

Coworker: *hysterical laughter*

(Needless to say, I have yet to live that one down.)

I have severe anxiety which makes it hard not only for me to get out of the house at times, but to find friends and interact with others as well. Even with my anxiety, I am super passionate about cosplaying as when I do it, I find I have a much easier time being around large crowds and don’t feel like a sore thumb that sticks out no matter what, especially given that I have a tendency to wear clothing that is not necessarily “normal” or necessarily “socially acceptable.”

At this point, my hubby has driven us and a friend to Wisconsin to go to the Ren Faire there and I had spent the month beforehand sewing an outfit to wear. I am worried about how it will go as I don’t do well around large crowds usually. Not only that, but the last time I had cosplayed/dressed up in such a way was four years prior before my diagnosis of anxiety. The entire time, though, I am getting compliments on my outfit. Not only that, but I actually got a high five from one of the performers when he found out I had made my own outfit!

Not once did I feel judged or worry about what others might think of what I was wearing at the time. It was a huge confidence boost and has made me feel more secure with my clothing choices. Now I’m going to three conventions this year with all new outfits that i have sewn since and I’m actually looking forward to being around large crowds for the first time in years!

I occasionally work at conventions for a local gaming store when they need a few extra hands. It’s been a long day and the dealer’s room has just closed, but the convention itself is still going strong. All of my coworkers have gone off to meet other friends, and I’m feeling a little lonely since I’m spending the weekend away from my fiancée. I decide to walk around the convention a little anyway and then sit down on a bench to play with my 3DS.

Since this is an anime and gaming convention, there are tons of cosplayers everywhere. The convention centre is in the downtown, and sometimes you’ll see ‘convention tourists,’ or people who obviously know nothing about the convention but are gawking at all the strange costumes. I’m dressed all in black and red, with a long black hooded cloak, heavy combat boots, devil’s horns and black lipstick, and I probably look pretty intimidating.

Suddenly there’s a tug on my cloak, and I look up from my game to see a little boy about four years old beaming at me. He says something in French I don’t understand just as his father catches up, smiling sheepishly. His father says the boy wants his picture taken with me. Of course I say yes, and the boy crawls right into my lap, still beaming, so his dad can take a picture. Then he thanks me, and off they go.

I was dressed as an obscure character from a popular web-comic. There’s no way either father or son actually knew who I was dressed as. I have no idea why the little boy decided the girl in the dark cloak and demon horns was the one he wanted a photo with, but it was the highlight of my weekend!