This is one of my favorite picture of me. Why? Because I’m being silly. Because I’m with my friends. Because I’m having fun. Because in this moment I am full of life.
I can be a weird, I know it. My own best friend told me I’m weird. People can tell right away I’m different. Does this bother me? No, not if I think of what weird means to me. I think I am set apart as weird because: I am curious , I love everyone, I talk about living passionately, I create my own job rather than living a ‘should’ life, I tell people how I feel, I love to compliment.
What is exciting about being like everybody else. Being weird never gets boring. I am a unique person, why live it conventionally. Weird are the differences. Weird is beautiful.
Honestly I get a lot of people telling me they love to follow my Facebook and such. Being a weirdo is a fascination. Being yourself intrigues people. Weird explains what baffles us. What we’re not used to.
I say be weird. Be true to yourself.
- Weird and Wonderful (artyoldbird.com)
- People Are Just Weird…Or Are They Just Different? (lisawifemom.com)
- Just Being Original (richemeng.wordpress.com)