Weirdness

Although I can't be sure, I reckon someone has come across this blog, looked at the front page, and thought "this person is weird". And I'd say they're right - I am somewhat weird. Not that that's a bad thing, of course.

Obviously I shouldn't ever consider what someone else says about me, I should ignore them instead, at least that's what many people have told me. Yet I think that's often terrible advice, because I personally can't get myself to ignore others being hurtful to me, and often treating me as a joke. One possible "joke" that has come at my expense is that I am weird - and truth be told, I do think I was more of an oddball when I was younger. Did that mean I deserved to be made fun of at times? No, I don't think so - and it definitely didn't mean I should just turn the other cheek and forget about it. Me writing this blogpost now is confirmation that I haven't fully got over those experiences, I suppose.

In this blogpost that I wrote, I discussed misanthropy and now I have a rather nihilistic view of everyone else, partly due to these experiences. I won't reiterate those points, not excessively at least, in this post because I think I explained myself rather well then. 

There have been times when I have been mocked and made a joke out of by younger students, who on the face of it were rather immature and not properly developed yet. The thing I never understood was why I was being targeted, when there were plenty other candidates around. I speculate part of it might be due to a supposed weirdness. Not that that's a bad thing, of course, but when used against you, it can be somewhat hurtful.

People say that we should recognise our differences and just get along, yet you'll see people being mocked online and outside for their opinions and preferences. Yet again, weirdness is proclaimed to be great, before others seek for it to be suppressed in people. Admittedly my only true life experience is in the massive factory incubator that is school, so perhaps I'm wrong and it will get better and people will grow up and etc. 

It often stems from a simple comment - he's weird. Nothing offensive on the surface, but when I'm trying my best at belonging to the class, attempting to be funny or supportive, that can strike a nerve. Suddenly I'm weird, suddenly I've been assigned an adjective. This can add up over time, too, to the point where I don't know if these comments are in earnest, as a tease, or as wholesome. I'm weird, and I shouldn't care, but others do.

Which brings me back to the start of the blogpost. Yes, I wrote about crescent frequency, and about bismuth, and about Norwich. So what? Call me weird, I've heard worse. Obviously that only applies if you consider weirdness to be a deficit, not a virtue (I'd say virtue, personally), otherwise I hope you enjoy the future posts because they're likely to get increasingly more niche, even a bit weirder.