Allie on Nostr: I've always struggled with social environments, and relating to people. I can ...
I've always struggled with social environments, and relating to people.
I can overshare with the best of them, and I can mask to provide the correct social illusions, but I've always felt like an outsider, always on the fringe, never quite belonging.
I don't know if it was my weird fundecostal religious upbringing; I first encountered Geordie Pordy Puddin’ n’ Pie (npub1tmr…ue9e) on the
, and what drew me to him, wasn't just his technical knowledge, or his smartarse tweets, but the way they were wrapped up in an openness and honesty about his deep faith.
I was in the process of trying to disentangle the years of Pentecostal religious abuse in my own life, and how that had frequently led to pain from my habit of asking difficult questions, and here was this guy (pun intended) who somehow managed to have a deep & firm grasp on his faith, without disconnecting his intellect.
So I followed him.
What shocked me was when he followed me back.
He was whipsmart, and funny as fuck, and I was a janky mess of broken parts trying to figure out who I was.
Honestly... I was always a little bit starstruck by Geordie. I never felt like I deserved to be a mutual. I really wanted to meet him in person and sit down and just shoot the shit, but my lack of social aptitude meant that I never quite worked out how to make that happen.
Still, we interacted a lot across socials, and he was an absolute fucking delight.
In an earlier reply, I mentioned that the way Geordie lived out his faith, played an important role in me being able to process and integrate my own experience of faith, and be open and honest about it. That it was possible to do that, and not be a proselytising, preachy asshole.
...and that I could still swear. 😏
But it's not the only thing he did for me.
I've always had a difficult relationship with Christmas. The reasons why are best left for another day, but my feelings towards Christmas were somewhere between antagonism & animus for a LONG time.
This smart, snarky guy, became an unhinged lunatic when it comes to his unadulterated love for Christmas. I've never met anyone who loved Christmas half as much as that fucker did.
I don't think I've ever told anyone this, but as God is my witness, Geordie did more to repair my relationship with the Christmas season than ANYONE else just because of his love of Christmas. Every single Christmas since I got to know him, I'd see something and go "Geordie would love that".
If I could leave a tenth of the impact Geordie did on people, I'd consider that a life well lived.
I have a tiny collection of regrets; regret has never served me well. Tonight that collection increased by one.
Vale Geordie.
May your memory be a blessing.
I can overshare with the best of them, and I can mask to provide the correct social illusions, but I've always felt like an outsider, always on the fringe, never quite belonging.
I don't know if it was my weird fundecostal religious upbringing; I first encountered Geordie Pordy Puddin’ n’ Pie (npub1tmr…ue9e) on the
, and what drew me to him, wasn't just his technical knowledge, or his smartarse tweets, but the way they were wrapped up in an openness and honesty about his deep faith.I was in the process of trying to disentangle the years of Pentecostal religious abuse in my own life, and how that had frequently led to pain from my habit of asking difficult questions, and here was this guy (pun intended) who somehow managed to have a deep & firm grasp on his faith, without disconnecting his intellect.
So I followed him.
What shocked me was when he followed me back.
He was whipsmart, and funny as fuck, and I was a janky mess of broken parts trying to figure out who I was.
Honestly... I was always a little bit starstruck by Geordie. I never felt like I deserved to be a mutual. I really wanted to meet him in person and sit down and just shoot the shit, but my lack of social aptitude meant that I never quite worked out how to make that happen.
Still, we interacted a lot across socials, and he was an absolute fucking delight.
In an earlier reply, I mentioned that the way Geordie lived out his faith, played an important role in me being able to process and integrate my own experience of faith, and be open and honest about it. That it was possible to do that, and not be a proselytising, preachy asshole.
...and that I could still swear. 😏
But it's not the only thing he did for me.
I've always had a difficult relationship with Christmas. The reasons why are best left for another day, but my feelings towards Christmas were somewhere between antagonism & animus for a LONG time.
This smart, snarky guy, became an unhinged lunatic when it comes to his unadulterated love for Christmas. I've never met anyone who loved Christmas half as much as that fucker did.
I don't think I've ever told anyone this, but as God is my witness, Geordie did more to repair my relationship with the Christmas season than ANYONE else just because of his love of Christmas. Every single Christmas since I got to know him, I'd see something and go "Geordie would love that".
If I could leave a tenth of the impact Geordie did on people, I'd consider that a life well lived.
I have a tiny collection of regrets; regret has never served me well. Tonight that collection increased by one.
Vale Geordie.
May your memory be a blessing.