weirdness raze he said i was weird today. my neighbour, i mean. the one who calls himself a poet when all he does is appropriate the stories and voices of others in the absence of any meaningful words of his own. the one who still doesn't know the difference between the plural form and a definite article. the one who leaves his garbage pail in the middle of the road for days on end and cuts his grass when everyone else is sleeping. the one who empties his hammock one leaf at a time and forces his wife to chuck her recyclables in a different box when she gets it wrong the first time. the one who almost never walks his dog. the one who stands on his deck and stares at his phone, blind to the signs he sings about. the one who's leeched thousands of dollars in grant money from the city for a slew of projects that were never produced. the one who's convinced well-meaning but naive people to pay him a session fee for an instrument he doesn't know how to play. he thought i couldn't hear him, but my ears work better than most. if given a choice between being like him or living my life as what passes for a freak in his badly-written book, i'll side with my strangeness every day of the week. 240726 ... Soma I've never taken weirdness as anything to be upset about. But maybe that's just 18 years of foundational growth being called weird and strange and learning to wear it as a badge of honor instead of a mark of shame. As an adult, I learn we're all fucking weird, just some of us are better at hiding it than others. 240726 ... raze (i definitely took it as a compliment, though i know it wasn't meant to land that way. as far as i'm concerned, the so-called weird people are the only ones i'm interested in knowing.) 240726 ... epitome of incomprehensibility My life seems to run on this: it's generally a little bit weird, though not always weird enough to be interesting. ... And yeah, I agree - experience tells me that "weird" isn't bad. So I tell myself: Don't worry when you're different from lots of people. Or when you're the same as lots of them. You're bound to be both things at different points. It's fine, it's neutral, it's fun, don't worry. Encore un fois, en français: ne worriez pas. (I mean, I tell myself that. I don't always listen to my own advice.) 240726 what's it to you? who go blather from