All the talk this summer is about how weird people on the other side of the political spectrum are. There was some serious “I know you are, but what am I?” action happening there for a while. “Holy cow — look at who’s calling US weird! What weirdos.”
It all reminded me of a nifty little book Seth Godin published back in 2011 called We Are All Weird. I have long since assimilated the book and couldn’t tell you specifics about it.
But the gist is similar to what I have said about how each of us is a unique individual and lumping people together by race, creed, gender or whatever is a disservice to those individuals.
As the book’s blurb says about people who wear their weirdness on their proverbial sleeve,
“The thing is, these people have a life. They’ve chosen one. They pursue their passions. They embrace their dreams instead of following the path laid down by a mass marketer or a clever, controlling politician or tribal leader.
“Sure, they’re weird. So are you. So are all of us. A good thing, too.”
I’m weird. Sometimes I hesitate to be weird out loud. Nobody wants to be called weird, at first. But then I remember — everybody’s weird in some way or another, so what’s wrong with being weird? Why be normal?
Being a science nerd or a comic book nut used to be weird, and then came The Big Bang Theory and science nerds became endearing, and then came The Avengers and everybody decided the comic book stories were pretty good after all.
Even if what makes you weird never attains that level of popularity, it makes you happy and it’s part of what makes you “you.” Embrace it.
We are all weird.
