I’m a weirdo - are you one too?
Oi! You! Yes, you! The one staring up at the stars wondering if you are too weird for this world and you’re considering desaturating your palette to paint the picture society tells you to paint. The one crying out in pain constantly wanting to be held but chooses loneliness over false connection and love. The one forever longing for the moment when you feel like you're enough for this world. The one who chooses art over love but constantly yearns for both. The one with tattoos because it was a better option than slicing at your thighs (for the wrist is harder to hide). The one screaming at the void wanting answers to questions you haven’t asked yet. The weirdo who when the world turns cold, radiates more warmth.
So, I say let us embrace the weird! Let us be the weirdest fucking thing we want to be. Let us say fuck no to society and fuck yeah to life and honoring our own unique individual needs. For I am simply me and you are simply you but when compared to the common narrative of how one should live; we're the weirdo sitting at the fringes of our society with our feet dangling off the edge. If we compare ourselves and our existences to that white-picket fence with a wife, dog, and two kids by 30 dream society has passed down to us like apples from a rotting tree. Then, yeah you could say we are fucking weird. Weird like a Kandinsky painting; an abstraction of complexities and colors. We’re so fucking weird compared to the normality of reality. But compared to existence in its entirety we are the most normal thing in this gravitational orbit we call planet Earth .
We are weird in the way we choose to live; an unadulterated soul amongst a sea of dictation and corruption. We choose to stare at insects rather than step on them. We choose creative struggle over 9-to-5 comfort. We choose to sit in the car to finish a song. We choose to stare towards the sun; not afraid to face life in its fullest fluidity. We wish to be heard but don't know how to speak without yelling. We cry out in loneliness, but keep our hearts closed. We long to be seen but wish to be invisible. We yearn for connection but accept the fact we may die without ever experiencing a soft love. We watch raindrops upon a pool when the rest of the world is scrolling. We hurt others in the name of loving them; blinded by our projections of who they could be rather than who they are. We break bones but walk with straight backs. We fall to our knees when they walk with egos. We are awake when the majority of the country is sleeping. We are weird because when the heart breaks, we shut off for years until it is healed, whereas the majority don't ever move through it. We are weird because the way a bird sings excites us, drowning out the noise of gentrification and capitalism.
We are weird as fuck because we are attuned to the pain of the world; a heavy burden to bear, the price you pay for awareness. We stop to help an old lady cross the road when the rest of society is blindly driving. We conversate with lost souls stuck on the street; a friend to all. We smile at babies and awaken from slumber by the purr of a cat. We stare at stars when others stare at screens. We are weird because we are fences amongst a world of open gates (boundaries and people-pleasing). We live in the moment when the rest are focused on the future. We bathe in the waters of Mother Nature as other kids die of thirst. We have no microwave in the kitchen. We radiate when a guitar riff takes the soul away whilst the rest of the crowd are numbing their senses.
We are fucking weird because we are alive. We are fucking weird because we embrace all of our quirks and nuances, accepting them as parts of the facet of our higher selves. We are fucking weird because when the world continually tries to force us into boxes, we scream at the void to fuck off and become more of our true selves in the process. Man, I fucking love being fucking weird. Like, fuck I hope to become even weirder in the beautiful sense, not the disillusioned sense. I wanna be so weird that the world, universe and I are one; mirrors of each other looking back at each other. It's also fucking weird that I've been sitting here for 45mins trying to come up with a way to close all of this rambling off but all I'm coming up with is an emptiness deeper than the ocean.
So, I'm going to finish this off with a quote from one of the weirdest (in the goddamn most pure and divinely beautiful way) friend of mine, whose name is also a reminder of the beauty that remains in the world - “if it can't be beautiful. Make it fucking weird.” and maybe if we're lucky enough. We may be able to master both like she has. Oh, man isn't being a weirdo fucking cool as shit?