Jan 18, 2009 22:19
Within the course of 24 hours, three people whom I love very much commented on the fact that I am "weird". Weird. What? What do you mean weird...compared to WHAT? Well, the good news is that this kind of weird in two of the three opinions are favorable. That weird means "not boring", diverse, memorable. I like that - I never felt like I ever fit the cookie-cutter mold of the rest of the drone population. I always opted for the different career, the different look, the different activity. Not because I tried, because it's who I am and that's okay.
The other weird description was hurtful, but not because it's about me, but more because it's about the person who made the comment. What I've learned is that it is less about me and more about their inability to communicate, choosing instead to be cruel instead of honest. I'm incredibly sad about it, but it'll be okay.
What's even more interesting is that after spending the day at NAMM (the big music industry trade show) I blended in and suddenly my weird was everyone's normal. It felt good and I felt like I had landed on a planet that knew me. Then I popped two ibuprofen and a strong cup of coffee - millions of people and the noise in the drumming room about pushed me over the edge, but I loved every single stinkin' moment.
Weird? I'll show you weird.