On Weirdness

On Weirdness

I don’t know if it’s weird to merely ‘look’ weird. Like deciding to wear certain clothing or make-up or have your hair a certain way. That’s not weird. That’s just wanting to be noticed for something. Or wanting to appear a certain way.

Which is like the least weird notion there is. Self-expression. Basic, right?

I remember one of my friends telling me about how her boyfriend had to go home one night and sleep at his own house, because he had a fan in his room and she didn’t and he couldn’t sleep without a fan going. Now this was many years ago, before this kind of white-noise thing became commonplace and discussed. But at the time, I was like, “Whoa, that’s weird.” Mostly because the boyfriend seemed totally normal. He even had a normal name: John. It made me curious. How do you get to a point where you need that to fall asleep? What was his deal?

When I started living with Adrian, he’d get all mad if you started eating a meal without him. Like, really upset, because his feelings were hurt. I didn’t get this. I was like, Who cares, shovel it in. But for him, the eating was an event he was missing out on or something. (I still don’t get this, actually. I should go downstairs and ask him about it.) Nevertheless I learned to wait for him to eat; learned to call and say, Hey, I’ve gotta eat without you, that kind of thing. But isn’t that WEIRD? That’s what I think of as weird. Not if you dress like a vampire goth or drive a mail truck or speak Urdu or don’t eat meat or wear leg-warmers or like vintage death metal or whatever the hell.

I can’t take a shower without brushing my teeth first.

My sister gets itchy legs when she exercises.

My father doesn’t believe in dinosaurs.

My mother is a minister but loves to watch things like Deadwood and Big Love.

People have so much strange shit lurking beneath their exteriors. Their exteriors don’t really tell you anything.


  • Carrie on Dec 22, 2011 Reply

    That’s crazy about the waiting thing. I need to get to the bottom of this.

    My mother is a Lutheran lay minister. She just was ordained (maybe not the right word) last spring. It’s a little weird, because she’s still my same old mom, with her penchant for Aerosmith and Neil Diamond. Except she’s a chaplain in a hospital now. It’s probably weirder for her, since I’m a heathen, however…:)

  • Ela on Dec 22, 2011 Reply

    Ha–I’m like Adrian on the eat thing–I almost don’t know what to do when I’m by myself, and when Phil is around, he has to be there before I’ll eat, and then if he sits down, and I run to get something else and he starts shoveling it in, I get upset that he didn’t wait for me!

    What kind of minister is your mom? And was she one when you were growing up or was it a later in life thing like my mom becoming a homeopath and nutritionist (which was an awesome move for her, btw)?

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