I know I’m not alone in being a weirdo, and for that, I’m thankful. I won’t be found perusing the internet for dirty socks to purchase (and sniff…and other stuff). Nope. I’m just the average, run of the mill, weirdo next door.
I’m usually, blissfully unaware of my oddness, but sometimes I catch myself doing something, and can’t help but think “that’s weird”.
Ex. 1). No more than 10 minutes ago, I sang a love song to my breakfast burrito. I was just getting some ice out of the freezer, when I caught sight of tomorrow’s breakfast. Before I knew it I was singing, “You’re my breakfast burrito, gonna eat you in the morning, and you’ll be so delicious, cause you’re my breakfast burrito”! Don’t judge. It’s organic! Plus, my air guitar power chords were pretty impressive.
Ex.2). I don’t say this out loud (I hope) but I recently caught myself thinking “Oh yeah, snap into a Slim Jim” while I opened a package I’d received in the mail. I don’t eat beef sticks, so I was startled by the thought. Upon reflection, I realized that that phrase runs through my mind almost every time I open something I’m excited about. I do not see this going well if my mate models a new pair of sexy boxer briefs.
Ya know…I was going to post 3 more examples, but I think I’ll stop at 1 and 2 (for now). I’ll save my more Howard Hughes moments and updates of my fear of “friendly” furry creatures for a later post.
Until then, I’ll leave you with a very serious question:
What makes you the weirdo next door?