I have to admit, I am extremely weird. I sat down the other day and made a list of all the things I love ranging from astronomy to Zorro and let me say, some of them were not normal. For instance, I love watching the commentary on DVDs. I think it is absolutely hilarious. I might even enjoy it more than the actual movie sometimes. The actors and actresses talk about all of the awkward moments that went on during a romantic scene, if anyone had bad breath or body odor; they even get into really intense arguments over ridiculous topics like pizza is better than soft chocolate cookies. I also get to hear about things that went on behind the scenes. I experience something new every time.
However, I think my weirdness factor realization hit me hardest when I sat back in my chair at my desk, looked at my fuzzy monkey alarm clock and realized I had just spent one hour and twenty-seven minutes of my life making a list of everything I love from greatest to least. What type of person does that? Or have that much free time? I was completely appalled at myself. I could not believe I had just wasted all of that time when I had other important things to do. But then it dawned on me. Making a freakishly weird list like that was just fine. It was just one of the many quirky things I do that make me the human being I am.
I believe in being yourself. So what if I like my cheeseburger without any condiments and vegetables on it but ice cream on my pizza. Why individuals are judged just because they are different or might not look like what society considers “normal” will never make sense to me. Everything I like and do not like, agree or disagree with has made me the ravishing creature I am today. It is like John Mason said, “You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.”