You know how you think you’re normal? At least you try to be, right? Still, there are things about you that don’t match anyone else. Part of that is just your individuality, your uniqueness. Some of that – let’s admit it – might just be a touch of weirdness here and there.
A lot of our personal weirdness is built there because of prior experience.
My weirdness manifests itself in, well, weird ways.
For example, I can’t drink out of a can. I just can’t. But there’s a reason for that. After my mother died, I rented out her home for a few years. After the tenants left – and took everything that wasn’t nailed down, which might have been a clue – I came into the house to clean it. I left an empty can of Coke on the kitchen counter one day. When I came back the next morning, the can was merrily scooting across the counter. Not ghosts. Roaches. I had to have the house professionally fumigated. I think it’s a good thing that I discovered how bad the situation was before anyone moved in, but ever since then I can’t drink out of a can.
Another weirdness – this one without any reason for it – there is one specific beat I can’t tolerate. For example, if I’m in a place where there’s a machine running and it has a certain beat I have to get out of there. It’s only one tempo, but it’s a real, visceral reaction, one that dates back to my childhood. Once, in my grandmother’s nursing home, I heard that beat and it turned out to be a breathing machine. I couldn’t stay in the same room.
I think the weirdness of people – the funny and odd things they do (and might never divulge to another soul) – are what makes them truly interesting. We are all weird in our way. Do not believe anyone who tries to tell you differently. They’re probably the weirdest of us all.