weird

sometimes i think i am a really weird person. like i'll be doing something or say something and be completely weirded out. i think about all these weird things and i have all these weird things that i do but then i think, i can't possibly be the only one like this? or maybe i am. whatever. but weird is phenomenal. weird is being so comfortable with yourself that you break out of society's comfort zone. so why wouldn't i want to be strange? weird people are the ones that experience great things because they aren't as afraid. so by all means, BRING ON THE WEIRDNESS. actually don't. because i think that the real definition of "weird" is to work so hard to make other people think that you aren't weird. and in that sense, i do not want to be weird. i just want to be myself, but a larger, more full version. one that is oozing out of every pore with life. i want to be obese in myself. how's that for imagery?

when i was little, i had a show that i would put on for my family. the "mr. weirdo show." it started out with trying to make a paper doll and my pen wouldn't work or something so i got really frustrated and just scribbled all over to make the ink come. that resulted in some kind of creature with one small ear and one big ear with all sorts of random pen marks made of hot pink cardstock paper and given the name, mr. weirdo. also, the scissors i used to cut him out were a bit dull so he never had a smooth figure. not that anybody has a smooth figure in real life anyway. so, i used to put on a play with him, my stuffed bunny (creatively named Bunny) and whatever other animals and dolls we had around the house. they were fantastic shows, probably brought down the house. may have been a little odd, but who cares?


be you, be true.

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