The Weird Post

It infinitely amazes me to see how millions of weird and eccentric people try their hardest to be “normal”. To conform. To love listening to a band because everyone else loves the group. To love a movie because everyone else loves the flick. To view the state in the same fashion that most other people that they know view it, because they are absolutely horrified at the idea of being a “radical” or “extremist”. To see them react in horror at their secret identity, the weirdo inside us all.

Yes, this is a strange entry. Yes, you are weird. You have weird thoughts at weird times. In the middle of conversations with other people, you think of something that you’d like to say, but don’t. It’s okay. Ironically, everybody’s the same way.

Do something for yourself. Next time your in the middle of a super-socialish event, watch how people phrase things. Watch the embarrassed look of those who are trying to be witty but not weird and yet keep slipping up. Watch for the awkward silences that you’ve never been able to understand. These are all symptoms of a disease. A disease that we all sense, yet so few of us understand.

The disease is a fear of individuality. Yes, a fear of individuality. The desire of being part of the group — the fear of being individually unique. We are afraid of being “strange” or “weird” or, as the polite would call it, “eccentric”. After all, those things are bad, because, well, people think so! Just think of the social repercussions!

The disease seems simple enough. People care about other people, right? So of course they don’t want others to think they’re weird. Well, no, not at all. The most important aspect of a friendship is so incredibly obvious, that it’s frightening to see most of civilization to miss it. Honesty. We should reflect what we are, or the friendship is shallow and outlandishly unjustified. We shouldn’t be afraid of being ourselves. Our person-hood shouldn’t be a cause of stress and pain, but of comfort and enjoyment.

The more eccentric a person is, chances are, the more open their mind is. The more independent they are. The more sovereign. To those who base their self-perception, their personality and all of their friendships on random and arbitrary standards based upon popular opinion — may you recover from the illness.

Besides, we’re all kind of weird. It doesn’t really make sense to view being weird as being abnormal. Especially when everyone feels the same way. We’re all weird people trying to look normal. I guess this means that weird is the new normal.