“We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird, and when we meet someone whose weirdness is compatible with our own, we join up with them and fall into mutual weirdness and call it love.”
If you’ve spent much time in this space, you might already know that this is one of my favorite quotes of all time. I even illustrated it a while back. And isn’t it the truth? What is love, but finding someone who overlooks all of your weird quirks, and maybe even finds them slightly endearing (or at least, doesn’t run away screaming)? And sometimes, aren’t the weird little quirks the things that make you really love a person? That funny face they make when they’re completely surprised? The goofy inside jokes the two of you share, and that no one else in the word would find even remotely funny?
I skew to the weird side. I can’t help it. The older I get, the more okay I am with it. Weird is interesting. I find Kermit boring. Gonzo the weirdo always was my favorite Muppet.
Calatagan So what’s weird exactly? Webster’s online defines it as “of strange or extraordinary character, odd, fantastic”
Santa Perpètua de Mogoda synonyms: curious, eccentric, offbeat, quirky, odd, wacky
I’ve always had a rather pleasant connotation with all of those words.
The tattoo in the photo? That’s on me. I love seahorses, because they’re the weirdos of the ocean. They’re strange, and unique and interesting, and cute in an oddball sort of way. I love weird so much that about a month I had my BF start a seahorse tattoo on my leg with the banner “weirdo” across it. I always wanted to get the quote about mutual weirdness (above) tattooed, but it’s too long. This makes a nice substitute, and even better that the person I’ve fallen into “that mutual weirdness we call love” with is the one to do it.
Weirdness is awesome. Weirdness is freeing. Weirdness laughs at your jokes. Weirdness is okay with the fact that as an adult you still own black and white striped pirate socks. Weirdness agrees that it makes total sense to mix ketchup into your macaroni and cheese, even though you never really put ketchup on anything else. Weirdness gets super excited about things like National Grilled Cheese Day, even when no one else cares. Weirdness loves things that don’t make sense. Weirdness thinks that painting you created is bad ass. Weirdness loves you.
http://crossfitraze.com/contact/ Because you are you, and you are weird, and you love it right back.