I feel weird. Like a weirdo.

I enjoy weird people. I’m amused by peoples’ differences. I like hearing their stories.  And I am a big fan of armchair psychology. So what makes people different, or makes others feel they should conform…fascinating stuff.

So there’s this. How could you not want to hang out with these people? I’d totally stock Fritos.

This reminded my of a conversation I had last week: a friend said “you really don’t care what other people think, do you?” Well, I do sometimes, but maybe not as much as most people.

Now seeing someone else point to not-caring as a sign of weirdness…like totally awesome weirdness, I’m renewing my commitment to weirdness. Long live weirdness!