Weirdness is okay. (she says, while lighting hitting one of those meditative little brass symbols.) Say it with me folks: weirdness is okay. Weirdness IS normal. It was a long, tough road for me personally however, to reach this level of over-sharing weirdness comfort to get to the high level fuckery I am at now. When I was a little girl–a teen–a young adult, being weird was often viewed as very not okay. In fact, one of my good friends online, Lauren used to have a phrase that I think summed up how many people reacted to my weirdness when I was younger:
Generally the only people who sort of embraced my weirdness was…well. People just as weird as I was back then. And they were often shunned as well as ostracized for being (I’m making giant air quotes right now) “different,” too. And then I grew up. Listen–if you’re one of those young hip happening folks in their 20’s or younger, right now you’re probably getting a lot of this advice from wizened old prunes like myself: don’t worry about it now, some things won’t matter / get better when you are older. And isn’t that shit just annoying? Because if it’s this bad now (you might be thinking) it’s just going to get even worse as you get older! These people have no idea about your life! They haven’t a clue! ….And, that’s probably true. But I am here to tell you that I, too, was young once. I believed the exact same thing. I believed that I would always worry about what people thought of me and always be judged and always have this odd pressure as well as anxiety to keep certain aspects of myself to myself–because gosh diddily darn it, I was just too weird and I’d find nobody out there ever never that would understand my level of weirdness.
And that was bullshit.
(Side note: I’m not talking axe-murdery-weird here. If you happen to be an axe murderer reading this, I am sorry, there’s a line, you’ve crossed it. Go get help. Anyway, let’s continue–)