HUMAN CLASSIFICATION : WEIRDO

Weird, adj. A trait or characteristic of a person who does things in a uniquely odd fashion. It could also be used to describe someone who speaks or does things not ordinary to people in his or her environment. n., weirdo, misfit, dweeb, eccentric 

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Yes folks. I am most certainly a weirdo. Don’t worry. Not in a perverted sort of

way. You can be rest assured I am sane enough to not allow myself to do something so senile but at the same time, let me warn you that I can be quite the perv sometimes, which goes to show how messed up my first statement of defense was.

I speak and act accordingly to what I want and not what others want. In the case of teachers, that’s another story. You could say I have breaches to the security of my own thoughts; spontaneous in layman’s terms. I get the saying, “You’re so weird.” all the time. I’d take it as a compliment actually. I have become immune to trying to fit the norms of the people who have some sort of inhibitions in them.

In all honesty, I was once someone who just wanted to fit in with the crowd be with the cool kids and stand-out. But I guess in my choice of inklings and my odd personality, I stood-out, not in a good way. I had hated being called weird. It was just something I could not accept myself. It was probably because of peer pressure. Yeah, peer pressure’s a B. It’s just that being in high school and having such a peculiar way of being human didn’t quite make a good combo. I barely made friends. It was quite the miracle that I got some. What I’m saying is that I wanted to have lots of friends back then and being weird didn’t actually provide me the grounds to having the majority.

For some strange reason, I came into terms with my oddity. We had a good long talk. She had her side while I had mine. She was quite persistent if I say so myself. In the end, I realized that that is how I was and that being weird is how I can classify myself as a human being and how God planned that I become the weird one in the group.

So yeah, I came to accept the fact that I sometimes blurt out my feelings or my thoughts are way beyond what people normally would hear or believe in. I would end up liking the movie that someone hated or would understand the unconventional. I would be emphatic about what happens towards fictional characters. And of course, add to that me talking to myself in the mirror. A lot.

It’s not so bad to be the different one. It’s exciting actually. I don’t have to pretend to be somebody I’m not and at the same time, I could truly be happy with myself. Do not be discouraged if you’re not like someone you admire or if you not part of the in-crowd. As long as you know you are yourself, there’s no reason to change. Well, that’s if you have some psychological problem. You might want to see a psychiatrist for that or maybe I should…:p

A Fine Line

“And you tell me to do that? Go to hell.” Okay. I haven’t actually said this live or to anyone in their face. This is something I spontaneously thought of during a time when someone pissed the heck out of me.

They say I’m a nice girl. Yeah, I’m pretty nice. I like being nice and friendly to people. But there is a fine line separating my kindness and my anger. Yeah, I remember saying on an essay on my Personality Development class that I have a high tolerance over something that could make me angry. It’s true. But that tolerance is pretty much in the border of that very thin thread that could cause me to have a nervous breakdown every time.

But the tolerant soldiers in my head get weak too especially when I get annoyed to the extreme. I try to get along with people but if you went overboard, I don’t know what I will do.

At the moment, I could say that I could control the fumes of my rage through cursing in my head and looking at the people with stink eyes. While I’ve done it with such a few number of people, I dunno if it’s even possible to call it a “stink eye”.

What I’m saying is, I’m not that much of a human being when I’m cross. I mean, I could count to ten but I think I’m allowed to give people a piece of my mind from time to time. It isn’t fair that I suffer inside without them knowing how much I actually hate them.

I just hope that anyone whom I know reads this, they won’t try to get into my bad side. Not that I’m threatening you guys. It’s more like I don’t want you to see me at my worst state. I definitely freak. And this is just an understatement. I’ve just said them in my head. I’m not pretty sure it’ll sound nice when I say it out loud. Just sayin’.