“Am I . . . weird?”
I should probably apologize to the friends who had to answer this. Talk about a loaded questions! What were they supposed to say?
“Well, yeah, sort of. But in a cute way.”
Then I saw this and felt so much better!
The truth is I’ve been weird for as long as I can remember, and I think I’ve finally made peace with that. I found my place to fit when I attended my first writers’ conference twenty years ago. I met wonderful quirky creative types and felt more at home than I had since . . . well, ever.
I was one of those kids who spent more time talking to imaginary friends than real people. In the sixth grade, I SO wanted the popular girls to accept me. But what would I have thought of a kid who tried to stay indoors at recess so she could read and who seemed to be in her own world half the time? The dark glasses didn’t help. Come to think of it, I probably would have thought she was cool and wanted to hang out with her. (Thank you to the popular girls who came to my 12th birthday party anyway.) I am the only member of my family who enjoys performing and speaking, and the only bookworm in the house. Writers’ conferences refresh me as much as a vacation does. I’ve never been to Europe, but when I do go I plan to sign up for a tour that will allow me to touch something that C.S. Lewis or Victor Hugo touched. Once I had to stop and get my heart right with God before Communion because I caught myself wanting to correct the pastor’s grammar. Being in my own world did not stop in the sixth grade. But it did pay off!
The vision thing takes weirdness to a whole other level. I touch things, smell scented candles/soups with my eyes closed because it intensified the fragrance, read with my nose pasted to the page, often appear aloof and lost, and constantly ask, “What color is that?” even though everyone knows I’ve never seen a color in my life.
I love the feel of yarn, the click of knitting needles, cool crochet hooks, the smell of old books, calligraphy pens (I plan to take a class), office supplies, independent bookstores and coffeehouses, soup and candle shops run by earthy women who make the products themselves, and television shows and movies starring slightly out-of-whack characters. My closest friends are writers, artists, musicians, crafters, those who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves or create their own style, and deep thinkers. They tend to be sensitive just like me, and have experienced really hard things. I guess you could say that some of them would be considered weird, and I love them for that.
Let’s face it; all of us have something that leaves us feeling like an oddball. But what a boring world we would live in if it was only filled with the ordinary. So what is your thing? What makes you stand out as unique? How has it paid off in your life? What off-beat qualities do you enjoy in other people? How do these people help you see the world differently? What evidence do you see that God celebrates weirdness?