Whenever people describe me one word would always come up: weird.
So, whenever people ask me to describe myself I say "weird." And then people would ask what's weird about me I would then tell them the things people say that's weird. And then people who asked would say, "Well, that's not weird at all."
Well, here's the deal, I've been called weird my entire life, I've been weird my entire life. Weird seem to fit, weird sounds right. So weird I am.
Now, I've never been the one to depend on people to define who or what I am (c'mon they don't even know what color socks I'm wearing and I would let them tell me what I really am) but I've met normal. Ive been with normal. And normal people do horrible stuff. They kill, they betray, they sell each other out. Normal doesn't seem to work for me. Same goes with friends.
People have friends so I've heard. And the people they call friends always have a ready knife to stab them with. They also steal each others boyfriends, call their BFF's sluts and whores. See, if that's what a friend is I don't want a friend and I don't want to be anyone's friend. In fact don't even try and associate me with that word. I get really uncomfortable around it. You know that goat that seems to die when stunned that happens to me a little bit inside when people start throwing that word around. Although it always astounds me when people say that I'm their friend. Astounding but uncomfortable...but astounding.....buuutttt uncomfortable.
Still count your blessings, kid, the people who insist on calling you the f word are people you actually like.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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