I am an oddball, and I don’t try that hard to hide it. I mean, I can fit in pretty well when I really need to, but I find that those instances tend to be the exceptions. Yesterday I was putting words in my friend’s dog’s mouth, repeatedly. And I not only speak for animals, I also speak to them, as when I was trying to shoo one of numerous spiders which had jumped down from an overhanging tree branch onto my paperwork off of the table, and I called it “dude,” out loud, in front of other people. I’m not a skater or a surfer, but I was born in a major surfing town, so I’ve long claimed the word as part of my birthright, but that may be beside the point. Or maybe that just reinforces my point.
I have four fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, there was no way I was ever not going to be seen as odd, so a long time ago, I simply decided to fully embrace my quirky nature. I am who I am. I do my best to be kind and thoughtful, but I also don’t feel particularly pressured to conform too closely to the laundry list of social norms most people regularly check off.
I don’t know yet how all of this minor non-conformity is going to affect the leaps I’ve taken lately, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. I have one more day to be the weirdo in the registrar’s office, then I’ll be free-range weird while I figure out exactly what the next thing looks like.
If you’d like to have a conversation with your dog, or your turtle, or that black spider that just jumped out of the tree in the meantime, I’m sure I can help, and we can all laugh at me while I do.