fly as hale wrote:
I can't tell you how many times I've been told by people that I am the weirdest person that they have ever met. And the people who tell me are usually my closest friends and family members. I take it as a compliment.

This exactly. Every single person I know has told me that at least once, and the closer they are to me, the more I hear it. Taking it as a compliment is the way to go.

"The ones that care don't matter, and the ones that matter don't care."
Also, I do have to say that there is indeed such a thing as "weird," because I am a part of it, and I know that I do not fit normalcy. I have always felt awkward and have never fit in anywhere I've ever been because of it, and I have been reminded of it time and time again by the people that I've met, in both positive and negative ways. Quirks do not make a person odd or unconventional in the slightest. Everybody has those. It's the funniest thing in the world to me when one of my acquaintances that is completely, 100% normal and conventional says that everybody is weird, or when one of them calls herself weird because she eats apples with a spoon. ....No. Just, no.
Also. I eat paper. Always have.

And I've never questioned it.
My college serves peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwiches probably every other week. They're absolutely delicious.
I smile and laugh a lot, but I'm usually sad, underneath the momentary hilarity.
I'm not in the target audience for a lot of things, but I am still a huge fan.
I'm on the internet until 4:00 in the morning all the time, but I'm never looking at porn. I'm usually learning, to be honest.
I always walk around in my bra when I'm at home, or in my dorm room. That's not unconventional clothing or anything, but apparently it's still "weird," since most people either walk around fully clothed or nekkid.
But do those things make me strange? Not at alllllll. They're all superficial quirks. Weirdness or strangeness is something
far deeper.
lol, Sorry, Alex.
