…it become so cool to be weird, strange, odd, “random,” scary? I mean, when was the last time you looked at any kind of online profile that belonged to someone under the age of 30-35 and didn’t have to spend a paragraph reading why they are something out of the ordinary? I’m sorry folks, but when everybody’s weird, you all become normal!
When I was growing up, and probably still now, I was considered slightly different. I didn’t sniff underwear, eat glass or anything like that, but some of my tastes were a little off center. It never was a big enough issue for me to cut myself or write hate poetry, mostly it just made me laugh and most laughed with me. I think one of the things I liked about myself was a small touch of non-conformity, but now it seems that I am more “normal” than ever. Have I really passed into the realm of “cool”?
Well it’s Thursday night and rather than my usual binge drinking I plan on spending the night writing. Nothing for my site, nothing for my book, just words in OpenOffice to delete when I am done. Words I would never speak out loud and words no one will ever share.
P.S. Your weird. I’m crazy. She has funny feet. Get over it.