The other day when I was walking out of class, I saw a mouse trying to squeeze its way through the small hole in the wall of our Principal’s office. My first instinct was to chase after the mouse and scare the guts out of it, but then I recalled the incident that happened the previous day during recess. It was one of the most humiliating and embarrassing moments of my life. I’ve always had this innate capability to make a fool of myself in front of others.
When I was five, I saw a plate piled with inviting brown and shiny dates placed on the living room’s table for the guests. Just when I touched the largest date, it leaped off the plate and hid under the sofa in front of me. That time interval was long enough for me to figure out that dates had a pair of long brown whiskers and tiny legs. It wasn’t until I saw a similar date on the bathroom floor when I realized cockroaches were brown too. My life has similar terrifying situations that I’ve always been too embarrassed to discuss with anyone.
Since you’re still here and wondering why I’m not talking about things that are actually related to the topic, let me tell you that this is one of the most prominent characteristic features of a weirdo – beating around the bush. And so, the question I’d like to ask you is – why are you still here? Is it because you want to find out what actually happened that day during recess, or do you find relief knowing that you’re not the only one bathing in misery for being peculiar?
Now that the matter is settled, I’ll take up this opportunity to tell you that everyone’s leading a kind of weird life that they’d like to keep private. Not everyone’s weird enough to declare the amount of awkwardness in them. And if you’re really desperate to find out whether you’re weird or not, you should probably count the number of times you’ve talked to your reflection in the mirror, or the times at night when you hid yourself under the blanket thinking that it’d save you from a monster attack. Everyone has a little child in them, breathing and laughing. Some proudly flaunt it everywhere they go, while some prefer locking it down in the deepest pits of their hearts. My point is, don’t let others judge you because you’re not shy to publicly admit who you are. Instead, convince them to unleash their weirdness to the world.
Pretty much like the cockroach hiding in the pile of dates, many people try to fit in where they don’t belong. Just because you’re a little different doesn’t mean you have to give up your right to creep others out. So no matter what you do and how you do it, be weird enough to own it. Now that you’re at the end of my message, I want to ask you another simple question – isn’t taking interest in something like this a reason enough to tell that you’re weird?
And no, I’ll not tell you what happened that day during recess, thereby saving me a little public embarrassment!