Recently we went to our first game night with our neighborhood "gang" because.... we do have friends! Yay! Never mind that I ate more hummus and buffalo chicken dip than played dominoes...it was a fun night. You know you have "couple friends" when you can tease each spouse equally.
Anyway, over my 8th plate of aforementioned buffalo chicken dip, my friend R (husband of JA) says to me, "You are weird." I don't really remember what we had been talking about, and maybe that only speaks to my weirdness. I mean what if we had been talking about something that I shared a totally different view on but didnt' even realize how my views could have been so strange (weird)...OR...we may have been talking about mushrooms and the fact that I don't like to eat anything that could grow in a bathroom (weird) or old-food like raisins or anything pickled (weird)....or... who knows?
I thanked him, and told him that was a great compliment, to which he replied, " that doesn't surprise me, that you LIKE being weird."
Even in adolescents when fitting in was so important, I never really minded NOT fitting in. Once in high school there were some whispers (and not very discrete ones) that I "liked girls" and I remember thinking, Are you kidding me? Is that the only thing you could come up with? In hind site, knowing the source, it was probably because I wasn't "sucking-face" in the hallway... Outside of school I was always assumed to be much older than my age, and not (I think) because of my physical appearance. My mom says (and she is always right) that I always had the self-assured nature of someone much older.
The thing is, I don't really consider myself all that weird, in fact, I'm kind of boring really. But all the same, it's a great compliment. To read more self-indulgent and mindless drivel about my greatest compliment read Complimenting.........
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I'm glad you are weird! If you weren't you wouldn't be nearly as interesting :)
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