I went to a show tonight. The basis was Satan gives Jesus a surprise birthday party. It was somewhat scripted and somewhat improv. Somewhat good and somewhat boring. The thing that surprised me was I felt threatened. I realized it was because there were a lot of people at the show that were even more strange than I. I was out-weirded. They made me look pretty normal and conservative. *shiver*
I am so use to being “different” and accepting that about me that I have a problem not being the Weird One. I have taken great pride in my Weirdness. And I can’t compete with some of these people at or in this show. I don’t want to be that far out on the fringe and they aren’t really that far out there. I am not sure if my old boss (the one I have so many problems with) wouldn’t be comfortable with these people. He just hides it during the work day. I felt like I was the suburb version of weird. Not in the inner city and not completely rural.
So now I have to get use to the idea that I am not all that weird. I am not normal and will probably always be different. But I am not at the top of the scale of Weird either.
Hmmmm, more getting use to being in the grey area between black and white.
There’s a weirdness scale?
Well, I suppose it’s like anything else – no matter how far at one end of the spectrum you seem, there’s always someone just a touch farther…
We may never know the weirdest person in the world (if we’re lucky!)
But you are The Gina-est person in the world, and I, for one, am glad!
I have definitely had that feeling at times. It is rather disorienting. But in a good way that makes me think and makes me more clearly define myself. I wouldn’t want to subject myself to it on a daily basis, but once in a while it is clarifying.
Hmmm a weirdness scale… have to be three dimensional, maybe even four. Things that used to brand me as weird have become mainstream as time has passed.
In some ways I am grateful for the mainstreaming of my weirdness because it makes it easier to get a hold of things. More cool stuff is available.
On the other hand, the mainstreaming of my weirdness spoils it. I don’t enjoy anime anymore now that it is so wildly popular. Part of the enjoyment was the caliber of people involved and the specialness of the experience. Now it includes too many that I just don’t enjoy and it isn’t as special when everyone is jumping on the bandwagon.
I hear you on the anime thing. I love Anime. Love love love it. But now that my store has been flooded with the stuff, and having to interact with the fair weather fan-girls that come to buy it, I find myself watching it less and less.