Quite frankly, being weird is way more fun than the alternative. I can’t imagine how dull it must be to be normal. Imagine the boredom of being trapped inside social norms and routines? How horrible a thought!
Then again, being weird usually means you’re weird by yourself. You begin to feel like you’ll be alone forever. And ever. You read more than you speak. You talk to yourself for company. You wonder whether there’s anyone out there who understands. You spend your life searching, searching, searching. But you come away empty handed.
It’s not just that people generally shun weirdos out of some sort of odd mixture of fear and misunderstanding. It’s also that weirdos often shun normality and everyone who wears that label. It’s hard to be good friends with people you don’t understand, no matter how hard you try.
And yet… Finding those perfects friends whose weirdness matches yours is the most amazing thing ever. There’s nothing superficial, nothing forced. Everything just falls into place. It rarely happens, but it’s worth it when it does.
And what a community you have then! If I’ve learned anything it’s that nothing brings people together like stress only they can understand. Nothing brings people together like a shared ordeal. And what is more of an ordeal than always being the outcast, the misfit? To connect to someone through that, to be bonded together in mutual weirdness, is precious.
Of course, you’ll never have some of the things normal people take for granted. You’ll never have easy friends. You’ll never have general acceptance. It’ll take years for people to get to know you and it takes a lot of work on everyone’s part. People get unnerved when you defy their labels. They don’t like it when you constantly surprise them. They like to peg people as certain things and have them stay that way. It confuses them when the quiet bookworm suddenly starts eating her apple with a hunting knife. And people don’t like to be confused.
Regardless of the flaws – the constant loneliness- the world needs weirdos. They need strange ones and crazy people, people with different ideas. They need us because we change things. No one ever changed the world by fitting in. Maybe it’s my bias, put I feel like being weird is a duty to the universe. It’s important for innovation, for hope, for change. I would never give up my weirdness, though sometimes I wish I was normal if only for simplicity’s sake. Life is hard and lonely on the path less travelled, but I keep moving. That path is my hope and my despair. That path is my life and I wouldn’t turn back even if I could.