Personal History: 50/50 Weirdo

It is ok to be weird. I have ALWAYS been a little different than everyone else. I know not everyone has thick enough skin to be their most honest self. Sometimes it takes a lot of years to realize that what people think of you (the way you look, sound, etc) doesn’t matter in the least.

I fully realize that I am not everyone’s cup of tea. That is their issue, not mine. I have so much more fun when I am comfortable in my own skin.

I am a 50 year old straight white lady. I wear super hero tshirts. One of my guilty pleasures is following Cardi B on Twitter. I walk through graveyards remarking how great a carving on a stone looks. I have watched the first four seasons of Grey’s Anatomy like five times each (some specific episodes upwards of 15 times). When other little girls wanted barbie dolls, I asked for the Evel Knievel action figure with the wind up motorcycle and traveling van. I helped stitch up a pre med student with regular sewing thread in college after he got head bashed while we were in the mosh pit for the Garbage Dumpster Kids. To get through particular dark days, I rewatch Toot or Boot, Ruview of the last Drag Race episode. I was once attacked by young wild turkeys in the middle of the night.

My life is crazy interesting. To me. To others, it’s a little weird sometimes.

And, you know what? That’s ok.

It is not required that everyone love you perfectly every day.

I spent a lot of years feeling as if I needed to be in everyone’s high regard.

It was exhausting.

Now, I am sitting here in super hero jammies, writing to you, my most wonderfully unique friend, having just watched a 1951 sci fi movie and planning out a trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Who is better than me?

No one, I tell you.

If you feel marginalized because of your weirdness… If you feel you cannot be your authentic self… Do me a favor and send me a private message, I would love to chat with you and discuss the world around us. I promise we will find a way together to appreciate each other’s “odd”.

I have my own insecurities. I fight them every. single. day. That should never immobilize you.

Don’t let it.

Don’t you dare.

You weirdo.

I love you.

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