(open letter to Normal,
from Weird)
Dear Normal,
The past five years together in “the real world” have been great. We made some money, had a nice apartment, and helped each other grow. We even splurged and got our own Netflix account!
But, when we sit down to watch the “movie-of-our-future”, my cue is is lined with Pixar and yours is a never-ending series 1940’s Disney propaganda! We want different things, and I know you know it too.
It’s time I chased my dream of buttered popcorn, and let you be happy with your plain. I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore. It's best for the both of us.
Passionately,
Weird
It's official. I am weird!
Double stamp it, no erasies!
Being Weird On The Road Is Weird...
It has been 3 weeks and 4 days since embarking on this XC road trip, and things have been getting weird-er. How weird, do you ask? Well, let's see...
Starting with day-one, I sang the Pokemon theme song at the top of my lungs while leaving Chicago, because, if you must know, I gotta'catch’em all!
While entering Denver, I of course then had to defy gravity, by singing Wicked at the top of my lungs, pausing only for a moment to take-in the scenery of the mountains, that is, just before belting out and hitting the key-note at the pinnacle of the song at perfect pitch! (thank you thank you, oh, you're too kind!)
Then after getting into Denver, I inspired a series of inception-esque-group-selfies, that hold inside so many pictures of people taking pictures, inside a picture, that there is no fathomable way in which you could ever count the full number... estimates run out near infinity-plus-one.
Then in San Francisco, I drew Raj as a dinosaur, named him T-Raj, and laughing hysterically in a “gwaar” voice, which was, of course, totally awesome and not annoying in the slightest!
Throughout the trip, and two months prior, I became fond of my beard and grew it until it became the thickest and largest amount of hair to ever grow from my chin... then in a shear moment of glory, cut it down to moustache-size and curled the ends to fit-in with the LA hipster culture...which unfortunately didn't work out.
In other moustache news, I also allowed a French-woman in LA to curl my stache, (no that is not an innuendo), while on a killer-awesome roller coaster, while on the Santa Monica pier, while in California, while being filmed on the Periscope app, all while being photographed on the first downhill of the ride! (although the photo was unable to catch the utter glory of the stash...)
Finally, all throughout the trip and this post, I used too many exclamation points while announcing my weirdness to the world.
I've crossed the chasm. There is no turning back. No return to normal. Things are only going to get weirder from here.
What's That?! You Want To Be Weird Too!
Be Weird With Me!!! (Weird loves company!)
Send this to your favorite "weird" friend and tell them that you love their weirdness!!! (...you know the one I'm talking about!)
Break-up with Normal with me, (he's a bully), and sharing this letter with your world!
