I told Mike that sometimes I write a blog and then delete it because I just wanted to ‘get it out’ but then I wasn’t happy with it from a literary stand point so I just deleted it. Which makes complete and perfect sense to me but to which he said: “You’re weird”. I blithely countered: “Hellooo…have you met me?”
But yes, I am weird. I fail to see the problem with it. Quite the contrary; I revel in my unconventionality. That’s a word…look it up. No really, look it up because it’s kind of a cool definition. Here, I’ll save you the time:
Unconventional (unconventionality): not conventional : not bound by or in accordance with convention : being out of the ordinary
And here’s the definition of weird: Of a strikingly odd or unusual character; strange.
Again, I fail to see the problem with being identified by these words. There’s a beauty in the definitions here…’not bound’, ‘out of the ordinary’, ‘strikingly odd’. They have the ring of freedom to them; of not being tethered to people’s versions of ‘normal’ or being made to fit a mold. Yeah…I’m good with that.