Wonderfully Weird

I've always known that I'm a bit weird. I think out loud, make up songs of things in my surrounding, sometimes even without noticing it. I mean who doesn't like a good tune about tooth brushes ? I laugh a lot, sometimes in inappropriate situations and I can get so mesmerized by a guys existence next to me- that I as I listen to what he's telling walk in to a lamppost. (yes that did happen in those awkward teens.. ) I apologize even to objects when I pump into them and you should hear my polite phrases gone wrong when I'm tired and want to wish the cashier a good day (but politeness is important, it helps them get through their day !). Even still as an adult I have my special little places
I used to have as child, and I pick up rocks whenever I feel happy or safe and keep them in my pockets so that I could hold them when ever I wouldn't feel this way.

I used to see this weirdness as something I should hide, some of it is embarrassing right ? But now I wear it with pride. Because what I've learned is that by being yourself you let the right people find you, the ones who understand, and maybe, if your lucky, are just as crazy as you.

Let the weirdness shine out of you <3

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