I am weird.

“What am I?”

Apparently, this question seems so humorously simple that one may feel it is unnecessary to give an answer. I am, clearly, a human being. Anatomically speaking, an anthropoid taller than an Oompa Loompa with a slight heavy-weight title. I have a complete set of 206 bones, two kidneys, a pair of lungs, a big stomach, and a humongous mole hiding behind my left ear - silently growing and probably whispering some evil plan. From the way I described myself, I may say that I am a weirdly-unique piece of masterpiece. I’m a weirdo.

To summarize the science behind it: “Weird experiences cause a release of dopamine (a neurotransmitter related to motivation) in the part of our brain responsible for discovering, processing, and storing new sensory impressions. That hit of dopamine also makes us more motivated to explore.” I embrace all that dopamine for helping me be uniquely weird. I bet everyone is weird, and should be too. The reader of this article probably is, too.

In my naive past, I was always concerned about how people really perceived me. But honestly, I didn’t care. I don’t care what people think about me. If I want to eat spaghetti with rice, let me. If you hear me singing a gibberish Russian song, I’m having a concert. I’ve never been troubled about what planet I belong to.

I may look typical to myself, but to other people I seem weird. People who do something or say something more unusual than me - I consider them weird, too. I don’t feel bad if somebody tells me I’m weird; rather, I take it as a compliment. In other words, it’s like they’re telling me that I am unique.

The activities that I do that may seem weird - like eating pasta with rice, or saving the fried chicken skin for dessert, or fidgeting my fingers while walking in High Street - are just part of my quirkiness. My weirdness calms my soul. It puts me in check with myself. It reminds me that I am okay. When they ask “why”, I answer “There’s no reason, I just like it!” I do a lot of things because I like doing them. When my friends look at me with an inquisitive expression, I just smiled.

Creating a culture of weirdness helps big businesses boom as shown through social media platforms like TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, etc. These days, a lot of people are showing their weirdness and getting monetized via videos. That’s one way to make easy money and your capital is just being W.E.I.R.D.

I like being different and weird. My weirdness makes me, ME! Many people tried to change me to somebody who is not me. At first, I had to stay within the system - act normal. It was difficult not to express myself freely. One way I can describe it was that it was like being a programmed-droid that can’t even shoot the target aimlessly. Once you realize how inspiring, how amazing the word “weird” is, you’ll grow to embrace and love it.

We all have flaws, imperfections, and extra traits that make us whole. Showing my weirdness is like seeing enlightenment from God or Buddha. If we aren’t weird, we are dull. If somebody tells me “You’re weird,” I will definitely reply with a smile, “Thank you. So are you!”

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