Let's face it, weird just isn't weird anymore. The full-body tattoo suits that once drew crowds of onlookers at fairs and circuses now barely prompt disdainful glances and shakes of the head. The nerd society who once read their comic books and Tolkien in the shadowy confines of school locker prisons are now a free, even overpopulated, pop-culture. Now it requires joining a whole new sub-culture just to try and prove yourself weird, because God forbid you actually did like Tolkien's books before they were movies and wind yourself up in the hipster category. In this topsy-turvy world of cool strangeness what does it take to be an oddball?
Well, it certainly isn't posting your own mini-autobiography on the web for everyone to see--that's normal. The stories are real, but the names are fake: everyone feels like a spy and no-one gets hurt. Actually, a mini-autobiography is my whole purpose for blogging, just in case I die before my semi-satirical, profound(ly useless) opinions have been relayed in a book format I can make retirement money off of. This way I can rest assured that when I do die, an anthropologist thousands of years in the future will find my hopefully well preserved skeleton and know that I stood a lot and held a pencil a lot and that I probably ate colorful uranium because Heinz told me it would be delicious; but random strangers on the internet would know me for the cheerfully self-destructive, coffee-swilling, addictive personality that I am. How's that for immortality?
So back to what makes weird. I wish I could say that that is the most important question to life and the universe, but the answer is not 42 so it must not be. We will have to settle with the answer "I don't know." Weird is not made by creed or nation, by color of skin, eyes, or hair whether yours be black or green. Weird is not a jibe or a title, but perhaps a state of being. It has nothing to do with religion or culture, not really. Weird seems to be what goes against the norm, what chafes the fabric of daily life. By that definition, is weirdness... being happy? Depression has hit an all-time high, drug and alcohol abuse and suicide rates tell us that the world seeks escape from the life it is in. Addictions of each and every kind are merely behaviors which make us feel better, if only for a while.
My name is Writting Rabbit (because rabbits can't spell) and I live my life addicted to caffeine, daydreams, and the laughter of my friends.
