I am weird. I know this because my kids tell me so. My husband is weird also. Actually, most of my friends are weird. Birds of a feather…if you think about it, we are all weird. We are all different; but crave companionship. We are looking for friends and/or mates who are similar to us.One of my Hippie Chicks celebrates her birthday today and she just as weird as me. Dr Suess said so well!
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”
Recognizing and embracing your own weirdness is a learned skill. Once you do, you begin to see that quality in others. I remember the first time I met Karen T. The Hippie Chicks were yet to be named…not all similar to “He who must not be named…”but I digress. Anyway, we were gathered at a friend’s house for a glass of wine after the tots were put to bed. Several stories were shared that were, well they were weird. Sorry, the code of the Hippie Chick prevents me from sharing! Anyway, I remember thinking “Too bad, I really liked Karen. I’m sure we scared her off”. Here’s the funny part. She went home and told her husband that she was so happy because she just found her new friends!
As we get older, it becomes much easier to spot our kind of weird. We learn soon after meeting someone if that relationship is going to worth the time and effort to begin, cultivate, and maintain. I’m so grateful that Karen thought that she was just the same kind of weird as the playgroup girls. Sista, you have brought us laughs, Zumba dancing, tears, hugs, and mostly rounded out our eclectic group of girlfriends. Thanks for coming back after that first night, and for coming back each year for our trips! I hope your birthday is happy and fun, just like you!