I remember when I first realized being “weird” wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was out of necessity rather than inspiration since I was at a particularly “weird” stage in my life (documented here&here&here). My awkward stage lasted longer than most (try 3rd grade through
now senior year of high school) consequently I had to learn to foster unique elements of my self that did not depend on looks or social graces (although that clearly didn’t stop me from taking selfies, luckily). Interpretation, I spent a lot of time being really really spastic and ridiculous, wearing oddly themed outfits and just letting myself be weird.
I have a sort of fetish for weird people. I love finding out aspects of people’s personalities that make them…quirky. For example, my friend Nicole always takes jokes a little too far and says these really awkward things (I am so guilty) but it’s endearing and I love her so much more for it. Or my friend Claire, she could literally wear a paper bag and the next day I’d be trying to figure out how I could pull one off (don’t worry, she’ll have her own fashion blog soon). I love the “weirdness” in people, and if I can’t detect it soon after meeting someone I’m just sort of bored with them.
In middle school my best friend Laura and I liked to play out weird soap opera-esque dramas with her old Barbies and My Little Ponies. We also loved to jump around on her trampoline in our underwear (which I do not suggest to any middle school girls living in the suburbs out there). I’ve been known to meet a guy, fall instantly “in love” and refuse to call him anything but the name of my favorite book character. While on the cheer team in high school, my friends Nicole, April and I would pretend we were a dragon family at cheer practice. We liked to bite each others noses (gently) & call each other “Dragon Sister”, it was no surprise we didn’t have many other friends on the team.
I don’t think being “weird” means acting crazy just for the sake of being different. It’s silly to pretend to be something you’re not, although I think we’ve all been guilty of that at some point too. Instead, I think we should embrace our quirkiness, the aspects that make us unique, even if it is a little bit silly. All the little ponies probably laughed at the unicorn before they realized it’s weirdo horn was magical.
As a form of self love, therapy, meditation (whatever you want to call it), I want to spend more time embracing my weird (& I think you should too)! As a “grown up” there are still “mean girls” (and boys) eager to crush the spirit of oddity but I think it’s important to be you (always). I’ve never regretted dreadlocking my hair and wearing daisy crowns pretty much everyday for a year or the time I made a music video to Katy Perry’s “Peacock” and the times I felt the need to show random people at parties after a few glasses of champagne (well, maybe I regret that…a little). Even if there have been many many times being weird or different has caused me stand out, loose friends or worse, feel isolated&alone. Yet, when I look back on the times I’ve changed myself to be what I thought others wanted me to be, I don’t remember feeling any happier and the choices I made…eek! Those choices weren’t who I wanted to be!
Lesson learned: Just do you!