The proverbial “would you jump off a bridge just because your friends jumped off a bridge” rings true with me. I’m not interested in doing what other people are doing simply because there are a lot of people doing it.
I’ve been called weird, different, odd, strange. I’ve had people not want to hang out with me. I’ve been accused of trying to be different on purpose (to what extent, they had no answer for). I don’t mind all that. I like it that way. I like me that way.
I like that I make up conversations between my bread and my toaster (read in English accent):
- Toaster: “’Ello toast.”
- Bread: “We’re not toast. We’re bread.”
- Toaster: “Not for long.”
- Bread (entering hot toaster): “Ahhhhh!”
There’s a weirdo in there!
I bet if you dig deeply enough, we’re all weird in our own little ways, we just don’t think it’s weird because we do it.
OMG – I’m about to reference Dr Laura Schlessinger. Sigh. Anyway, she said in some radio interview ages ago that most petty thieves think everyone steals a little bit, so it’s not so bad when they do it, because, hey, everyone is doing it. Essentially, if we think something is common, we think it’s okay.
Well, I think we’re all weird in our own little ways. Maybe you don’t wash your hands when playing pool because you think it’s bad luck. Maybe you can only walk to one side of someone. Maybe you have to get off of the bus the stop before your destination even if the stop after is actually closer because going past your destination and then walking back to it makes you feel like you are going backwards, not literally, but in time. (Yes. These are all my quirks.)
Weird is the new black
We all have some quirky, interesting, oddball thing about us. I would even argue that the few people who can honestly say that they aren’t weird are weird for not being weird.
So you see, weird is more common than we think. In fact, it’s normal.
(See, Mike, I’m not so different, after all!)