On the third planet from the sun, we are told “Be yourself mate.”
And it’s so hard to do that.
Because sometimes you feel nervous to wear red lipstick and a magician cape, or to tell a really good dead baby joke. I don’t know why we water ourselves down in a futile attempt to please others. Maybe it’s because we all were made fun of at some point- for wearing high waters pantalones in my case. I won’t forget that abysmal day in junior high. Kids grow like bean sprouts at that age. Boohoo.
And then! The even worse thing happens. The guilt seeps into your gut about being self conscious about doing what you feel like.
This ties into the whole problem of fearing the dreaded adjective WEIRD to describe ones’ self. I am on a mission from God to redefine this word. Weird is positive. Weird is good. Weird is living on the edge. Weird is having the potential for something better than mediocre.
Weird is where I wanna be.