Let's Get Weird

I've been told I'm weird by many people in my life. In fact, it's a phrase I've heard more frequently the older I've become. I wondered how that could be, since most people seem to think the process of aging naturally grounds you.

But then I realized that maybe I'm not the one who's weird. Maybe I simply choose to acknowledge the oddities of this world more than the next man or woman. I recently watched a video Lewis sent, and there was a sheep with a sausage link tail (P. Deeny et al.) that was growing appendages out of its ass, all while throwing up sheep heads. And though it may have been a bit creepy and disturbing, I couldn't help but find it amusing.

The truth is, we all live in a weird world, and nobody is exempt. The world is full of wizards in bathrobes, deer nuggets, "pants" shirts, and chicken pelvis rhymes. The very fact that you exist on this planet means that the so called "weird" people are not the only ones privy to weirdness...you are too. It is always made available to us, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not.

What I find funny then, is the people who seem to disregard weirdness altogether. It's possible they're either in denial or they've somehow managed to subconsciously omit the weirdness entirely, and it never ceases to make me laugh. Next time you are in public, just listen to conversations and look at the people walking around. Everyone has "important" things on their minds...even people who think they are funny have an agenda to create this socially constructed environment of so-called comedy. But the truth is, they are all oblivious to the fact that at least one person in the crowd just finished wiping his cornhole, pushed too hard, slipped a didge inside, and failed to wash his hands thereafter. They all refuse to acknowledge the vast multitude of words that could be rhymed into a spur-of-the-moment pleabus poem. And they blanket their eyes to the Navajos asking for a bag of chips as a consolation for five bucks.

So what I must say to these people is...stop pretending and stop trying to glamorize your life. You have just as much sweaty, tangled grundleweed as the rest of us.

Chicken Bus.