Skip forward to the year 2007 when a show came out glorifying the side of myself I had always tried to hide – the one who was fine with staying in on a Friday night to play computer games, who was bullied by his cousins because he wasn’t a miniature version of them, and who was mocked by family members as comics were seen as the dumb man’s book. I had my friends, and we were all perfectly happy to keep to ourselves, getting good grades, keeping our gatherings small, and keeping our jokes private. This isn’t to say I was unpopular—quite the contrary, actually. I wasn’t a misanthrope or a xenophobe, but I liked my alone time and having a quiet weekend. What I saw on this show exemplified exactly how I was passionate about topics that most people found childish, reserved but not to the point that should cause concern with my parents, and extremely close with a small group of people who shared my interests and sense of humor. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m obviously talking abou