Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Occasionally I run across someone who is horrified by my apparent strangeness. I'm not really aware of it that much myself. I don't think I'm so strange. "I'm really an oddball. One of a kind!" I hear that sort of thing so often from so many people that I figure it must put me somewhere in the fat part of the bell curve of humanity. It actually seems a measure of degree of self-absorption to go around declaring one's uniqueness. Still, on the path of my life I have occasionally come across someone who is struck and horrified by my apparent strangeness. Or, I don't know what they see exactly, but there has been the occasional snicker and teasing. Rather mean-spirited too. Of course when I was younger -- way younger; grade school younger -- I tended to react with theatrical audacity. "Yeah I'm skinny, but you're stupid, so it all balances out." Or, "Yeah, I know, all my friends hate my f***in' guts. My mother says I'm a dirtball. Thanks for reminding me though, because I keep forgetting. Can you put it in writing for me?"

But of course with age I've wearied and mellowed. Now when it does happen I'm momentarily bemused. If pressed, I might offer a comment like, "Yeah, I seem kind of odd at first. But once you get to know me you'll see I'm really as boring and stupid as most other people." But enough about me.


Blogger Silbs said...

I believe most people see unique and call it strange because it makes them uncomfortable. That is their problem.

6:09 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home