Don't worry, it’s not just you.
Today, my friend and I briefly touched on what it means to be weird. For my whole school life, dozens of people have called me “weird.” To them, it’s a kind, polite way of saying that they think I’m eccentric.
Eccentric means “ unconventional and slightly strange” — just a hop, skip, and a jump from weird: “ very strange; bizarre”.
I’ve always felt oddly empowered by the word ‘weird’, and I’ve embraced it.
But I’m coming to realize that we’re all weird.
As Bernice Lewis says, “Normal’s just a setting on a washing machine” — there is no such thing as ‘normal’.
Think about it: the last time someone called you weird, what were you doing? Chances are, there are thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of people who act the same.
My weirdness stems from my imagination— but that’s not actually that weird. Creativity and imagination are traits that millions of people own, and are proud of.
My other eccentricities — like always openly talking about AI singularity, simping for Elon Musk, pretending to host a skincare tutorial when I wash my face, and speaking in random accents — are all surprisingly common (I know that because I’m neurotic enough to look it up).
So none of us are truly weird, there are always kindred spirits out there.