Sometimes it looks the same. But other passionate people recognize me, validate me, send me notes that say, “For what it’s worth, I’d rather be weird than boring”. It is a truth, I am often ignited by the very things you think are crazy. Let me burn with my passion.
I seem to be one of the lucky ones who can’t stop finding my tribe. Just when I think my High Counsel is complete and we can start making plans for our old age compound together, I stumble upon another soul of startling recognition. I know that I am not like most other people…in that I am considered by many to be strange or perhaps to be unconventional in a way that isn’t in keeping with the traditional way of growing up if you will. I still care about partying. It may seem to others that this is all I care about at times. Having just completed my Meyers Briggs Assessment, it stated as much – I just can’t lay off the socializing and the bigger the better. I am what could be termed as still “boy crazy”. I am a skilled and enthusiastic flirt (I blame my southern Mother and Grandmother) and I enjoy the new and exciting banter of boy meets girl. I also recently read a horoscope that continued to support my strange and unorthodox ways in saying that I was voted least likely to be successful in romantic relationships and that I would surround myself with other women who did not require the standard fare of relationship monogamy. A gentle way perhaps of covering up my inherent desire to experience freedom from boxes of any kind, probably and most glaringly, relationship boxes. I do seem to have an statistically significant number of women in my life that appreciate independence and no lack of ability to end relationships that don’t seem to support and nourish that. Am I a cosmic anomaly of some kind destined to spend time with other serial anarchists in this life time? Gosh, I hope so. I find I alternate between being shamed for my open and eclectic way of life and being emulated as a beacon of change from social norms but what I know is that indeed, I have a tribe. That collective of common minded people who seem to know and understand what may look foreign and ridiculous to others but just makes sense to us. Sometimes I submit to the shame that inevitably blankets a life lived out of the ordinary, but mostly I bring it to my counsel who give reverence to a life lived out loud with many voices to harmonize with my own. I love you weirdos : )