Why #StarTrek saved me.
Watching Trek Nation brings back so many memories.
I recently had a conversation about why I wasn’t a Star Wars fan… And the answer was simple, because there is a difference between worship and relationship.
I can’t tell you what happened when I saw the first episode… But I can every other…
If you were anything like me growing up… I didn’t fit in….. Anywhere…. My weeks at school could be hellish… But come Saturday night at 7pm….nothing mattered… I was in Space… The Final Frontier… With the voyagers of the Star Ship Enterprise… A continuing mission…. It never ended… It would be there next week… If I could just hold out… I could see Deanna Troy and Wesley fight some uncommon adversary.
Star Wars was something that came around once in a while…. I needed something .. (Someone) more consistent.
My mother always knew how to punish… No television.. She was so CRUEL… Why wasn’t the Dvr invented sooner! Or better. On Demand.
#StarTrek :TNG made me accept my differences… they made me resist the futile effort of trying to assimilate with people I didn’t even like. Yet, helped me to tolerate and lead in the areas where I was the strongest.
I became comfortable being a nerd… And made others feel comfortable as well…. Wish I could have taken that to college.. But I was far outmatched in my intellect (discipline) at the time.
I have nothing against Star Wars.. But Star Trek…. It’s the difference between a hotel and your home…. It’s nice to get away every now and then… But there is nothing like Your favorite sheets and that spot on the bed.