Eccentricity: The Lovable Weird

Eccentricity: The Lovable Weird

By: Miranda R

While most female middle school students spend time getting their hair done, discussing boys, worrying about fashion, etc., I spend my time playing music, reading Shakespeare, and being left-brained. It is safe to think that I am eccentric.

A large percentage of the population has come to think of “weird” as a bad thing. I say, shame on a large percentage of the population. The percentage of the population that doesn’t like asparagus, not the people who think of weird as being bad. But shame on the weird –haters, too.

Unfortunately, this large chunk of the population doesn’t think highly of the eccentric part. They look down upon those who are different. It’s human nature, and there’s nothing to do about it.

Of course, I’m not one to talk. I, similarly, look down upon the “normal” people. Their quest to achieve normality, in my opinion, has done them no good. The normal, larger population looks down upon the weirdos, and in turn, the eccentric, smaller population thinks that normal people need to get lives, and fast. We have developed a strange fear of normality, and consequently try to avoid normal people and normality in general.

Here’s why: Normality is like a disease. When you have it, you don’t know it; you simply think you are blessed with popularity. No. Wrong. Bad. Normality is a terrible disease, capable of spreading across a school or state. It infects people slowly and gradually. The victims don’t realize that they are being infected. And at one point, the poor person actually starts to strive for normality. Eventually, their eccentricity slowly fades away into a dark, endless pit of blending in with the crowd.

Scary, isn’t it? You may ask if there is an antidote to this disease. Well, because infected people don’t know they are infected, there isn’t one. Which is why it is our duty, as the crazy kids of Jefferson, to help promote weirdness and eccentricity.

That’s right. Be weird. Go ahead, don’t be shy. Feel free to walk up to your average normal kid, and say, “Hey, I’m weird and proud of it! Won’t you come and be eccentric with me?” If they give you an odd look, don’t worry. You are doing them a favor. In fact, by being weird, you are doing the whole world a favor. And remember, as your new “normal” buddy, leaves, be sure to give them a huge wave and scream at the top of your lungs, “Fitting in is overrated!”

FITTING IN IS OVERRATED!

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12 thoughts on “Eccentricity: The Lovable Weird

  1. Interesting. I like the screaming part. But how come you are only derailing middle school girls and not boys? What is your favorite Shakespeare play? Mine is Titus Andromicas. :):):)

  2. I thought everyone was weird; I didn’t know anyone was “normal.” The idea that someone out there is “normal” is a bit disconcerting, although I will take the statement with a grain of salt.

    Of course, I am basing this opinion on my outrageous experience growing up in a family of weirdos and nut-cases, myself included, and all the odd and interesting people I have gotten to know.

    Later.
    Mr. Rich

    PS Who is Paris Hilton, and what in tarnation is she doing with a heavy metal object?

    • You are lucky to not be exposed to a lot of “normalness”. It’s sad, but lots and lots of people try to normal each day. Weird=good, you normal people out there.

      • Maybe Mr. Rich is right, and everybody is weird. The problem is that some of the weird don’t realize that, and try to be “normal”.

        And that’s where all the problems start…

        Co-head sponsor teacher muckety-muck

  3. Paris Hilton is quite possibly the stupidest celebrity slash role model for female teens there is today. She should be bludgeoned with a crane as soon as possible.

    • Let’s hope the “crane” (bird) will be uninjured by the bludgeoning. Good word, btw, bludgeon.

      –all-powerful (not) head-honcho thingamabob o’ Jeffersonian stuff

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