Us geeks have a few issues concerning socialization (is that a word?) In a gathering where all conversations consist of gossip or elections, I'm simply always out of the loop.
Cousin: Did you hear what she did?
Mom: I've heard! She made all her attendees stay up until 1am!
Cousin: How horrible!
Mom: bla-bla-bla
Cousin: yadda yadda yadda
I quickly lost interest. There was nothing gained in that pointless conversation. I look to the men.
Dad: So you're only voting for him because he's from the "Brotherhood"
Brother: Why not? I owe them quite a lot.
Dad: You vote for your country's interests.
Brother: bla-bla-bla
Dad: oogly gogly gogly
I quickly lost interest. It's a bit tough being the only geek in the family. I really wanted to have a conversation, but no one would be interested in gadgetry.
I sighed and whipped out my iPhone, messing around with some stuff I had just downloaded.
Cousin: Ooh! Is that the iPhone I've been hearing about? Can you show me?
Thank you, God, for understanding my suffering!
Me: Yes! Yes! Of course! Yes! Here! This is how you take pics. This is how you zoom in! See, you do it with two fingers spreading them apart. I know that sounds ...
Whoa!
Me: ... Ahem! So that's how you zoom in! See, this is how you scroll through the contacts. Have I told you that you can hack it and make it install many custom applications tailored to your needs? I didn't? Haha, how silly of me! Well here's an application that distorts faces. Look at this, I distored my own face and now I look like a hyena! Hehe .. wait, wtf, I think I look better in my distorted pic... Anyway! I think I'll show you how to configure the IP addr..
Cousin: Oh my god, did you see the person on TV last week that had a failed facelift?
Me: wha..?
Mom: I've heard it's actually fake. How could a doctor mess up that badly?
Cousin: Really? Hmm, you have a point.
Me: Heh heh, yes, how sad, how sad. Anyway, returning to the topic at hand. You can simply flick a finger on-
Cousin: I think it actually happened to Flan, son of Flana. Do you know him?
Mom: Oh no, he was in an accident. His mom is devastated.
Cousin: Oh the poor thing... bla-bla-bla
Mom: yadda yadda yadda
I stood alone with my iPhone, looking at it and expecting sympathy, although none came. Us geeks try our best to impress people. Especially the opposite sex. I walk back, a big red "FAIL" over my head and sit in my chair.

Time passed uneventfully, until one of the candles went nuts. All of the wax melted and the flame was getting stronger, thus had to be blown out. My cousin got up to blow it out, but she huffed and puffed, and couldn't blow the candle out.
Cousin: Oh no, it's not going out! Bojacob, can you help me? Pretty please?
Me: wha?
Cousin: I can't blow it out. You could probably do it. I know you could. Please?
She flashed a smile. For men, there's only two answers to that question:
- Yes
- Yes
So I picked the second answer
Me: Yes!
I walk up, brimming with confidence. I stare at the problematic candle, assessing my plan of attack. My cousin observed me in awe, waiting o congratulate me. I filled my lungs with air until no more air could enter. I blew as hard as I could, sending out a tornado towards the flame, putting out the flame, but also sending the hot liquid wax flying right in my face!
Me: AA- .. ahahahaaa
Cousin: I knew you could do it!
She clapped for me excitedly. I smiled as the wax was drying on my face, sealing my mouth shut.
Mom: Of course he could! He's a strong man!
My face burned horribly, but my smile was still present. I couldn't do anything about it. It's waxed in that position.
Me: Heh. Yes, I am stlong.
That's honestly all I could think of saying when my face was on fire. I sat down, trying to secretly rub my face, but the wax wouldn't come off. I'm surprised no one noticed yet!
Me: Whele is the bathloom?
Cousin: It's back over there. Thank you so much!
Me: No ploblem! Anytime! I'm stlong! Plobably too stlong...
The things I do to try and impress. I ran to the bathroom, screaming in pain as soon as I locked myself in. Melted wax is freakin' HOT! I sprayed cool water and painfully removed the wax, picking off my moustache and beard along with it. Finally, I had partially waxed face, with red burns scattered all over.
All I got was a smile. Is it ever worth it? Well, sometimes... I guess...