Weird

 I laughed about someone telling me about their relative's hobbies and what an oddball that person was, even though they thought they were nice.

Then I realized, how the hell am I any different?  I'm sure I get called that word that seems to be a four letter word for me "weird"

I embrace the word and I hate the word in the context that it's been used to describe me.

My parents hired a baby sitter for my sister and I as a kid.  She told the neighborhood I was weird because I swirled pixie sticks around and talked to them.  I like candy and maybe the pixie sticks were my friend, Janice.  Stupid cow.

I am silly and make off the wall comments.  I like making people laugh and life is absurd.  When I get called weird, most of the time it's not a good thing.  I can shrug it off and in the rare moment, I will pop off at the person calling me weird.

Trevor, the paralegal I used to work with thought I was hilarious but he would say things like are you ever serious or you're so weird.  The last time he said it, I just thought are you kidding me?  With the people that were around us in our daily life, he had a lot of nerve calling me weird.  He was the one that blabbed all of their business too.  I pointed to one individual's office and said that guy is so obnoxious he had legal assistants wearing black armbands because they were protesting working for him.  I pointed out another person who found porn on their computer and was showing a manager who asked him if he lost his mind.  Same person also paid for their kids private school with gambling.  I went on while Trevor was panicking that someone would hear the secrets I was revealing that he told during our lunch times together.  I reminded Trevor he jokes about the size of his manhood.  I said that's a little weird and that could also get you into a class about what you say in the workplace, jackass!  I realize I would be joining Trevor in the same class.

I have seen people do the eye rolls when I talk.  It's not lost on me.  It reminds me that person is well, a jackass and not worth my time.

I know some of this comes from my status as a single person.  She doesn't have kids, she doesn't have a husband and she must live with her mom in Grey Gardens with 50 cats.

There's a scene in Uncle Buck where he has to talk to the principal about his niece Maisy.  I think about how he stuck up for her that it was ok that she's a silly heart and that there's nothing wrong with her.  I realize I'm a lot older than this character but I feel like that explains me perfectly.  I'm silly and dopey and I like to laugh.  I'm quirky and will start singing randomly in a grocery store with my mom.  A few months ago, I was at Target and a woman was singing Dancing with a Stranger by Sam Smith and some other singer.  I joined her.  We made great music.  Someone might think that's "weird".  

I am a silly heart.  If I am weird, well, then I should march in that parade.

I'm ok with it. 

I am not and I repeat JD Vance weird.  That's a whole other blog post.  

Have a good day good humans and embrace your weirdness.  Unless you're JD Vance.  Then you should stay away from the new Pope.  Weirdo.