― Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth
I’m a weirdo. An oddball. A klutz. A fool. I know it. I’ve accepted it. I’ve embraced it. It took me more years than I would care to admit and several missed opportunities but I’ve finally come to terms with who I am and who I care to be. So in the spirit of burning like a roman candle and flying my freak flag, I’ve decided share a few of my oddities, my quirks. Because a quirk is a beautiful thing.
…and it’s also fun to say.
I like to dance the robot for no reason, often in public. I once talked my way out of a speeding ticket using Disney song lyrics. I talk to my cats, and sometimes they talk back, occasionally with a lisp. I wanted nothing more than to be a wizard growing up and still keep a candle of hope burning that my Hogwarts letter was simply lost in the mail. If you put a decimal into any string of numbers it will immediately confuse me. I like baby animals more than baby humans. I sound like a cartoon mouse when I sneeze. I’m slightly convinced I control the weather. Summer depresses me while the dead of winter makes me happy.
I have an irrational fear of ceiling fans. I don’t know how to burp. I will occasionally use a British accent with people I don’t know. I still don’t understand the F.O.I.L concept of math. I don’t understand most concepts of math. I firmly believe that gummi worms taste better than gummi bears. I have a fantastic long-term memory, but can’t remember important details about the last few…… something. I never learned the correct way to tie my shoes. I can quote The Breakfast Club word for word. I gangsta rap during long car rides. I still buy coloring books… for myself. I almost never wear matching socks. I read the endings of books first. I write the endings of books first.
So go on. Be weird. Do something that makes you happy, regardless of what others might and will think. Who cares? Be a part of something unexpected and love yourself for it. Because in the words of Oscar Wilde, “To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”