My favorite tv show is Big Bang Theory on CBS. In case you haven’t caught it yet, (in which case, have you been dead or on another planet? Get with it people!) it’s a show about socio-repressed Nerds and Geeks. My first introduction was the episode where the four friends are sitting around a diner table discussing how the Civil War would go if it had involved hobbits, wizards, Superman, the Hulk, Shiva and Ganesh. Yes, an epic battle to be sure!
Immediately, I identified with Leonard and his ability to over analyze things. Yes, I am one of the 4 people who could follow his agonizing diatribe about does she, doesn’t she as he and Sheldon climbed the stairs. Maybe, just maybe once upon a time I was more Leonard-like. But that was before a couple head injuries. Now, I am Penny.
In reality, while I understand Leonard and have been surrounded by Wolowitzs, Sheldons and Koothrippalis. I am Penny.
I remember sitting around a table at a pizza joint with my mom and older brother. They were discussing physics, measurements and all things in the geekdom. It was so far over my head. All I took away from that conversation was that a mole of sand could completely cover the earth one grain deep. Yep, that’s it. And until that was explained to me, I thought my brother was talking about the furry, burrowing creature. I am Penny.
I spent a good chunk of my teen years this way. My family consists of my mom, the financial genius, my brother the physicist, and my sister the mathematician. I experienced many a family meal growing up with conversation that I could not partake in. Now, I should say that though I may not be able to join a good percentage of family meal conversations, my family good humouredly listened to me babble about my latest horse obsession and always supported me by attending horse shows, choir concerts and whatnots.
Fast forward. I married a more charismatic Wolowitz. He went off to become a Marine, mainly because he thought it was the best way to get some tail. After all, women like men in uniform. And what can I say except he was my high school sweetheart? One child, four years of military service followed by another two as a National Guardsman, several affairs on his part and seven years later, I smartened up and got a divorce.
Like Penny, I second-guessed myself many times throughout our relationship. I gave the benefit of the doubt more than I should have; I cried many, many times and then finally got over the bastard. I moved away to start my life over, far from home. I am Penny.
Years later, I met my very own Leonard in CP. And yes, I have to have him explain things to me in simple English. CP is smart and funny and light years ahead of me in the intelligence department. I am Penny.
I’ve learned that being Penny isn’t so bad. Other Geeks and Nerds all long for their own version of Penny, a warm and loving, down to earth girl that they can call their own, or at least CP has told me. CP doesn’t mind simplifying explanations for me, nor explaining common, everyday things to me like why tennis balls are fuzzy. He adores me as I am, because…
I am Penny.