I hosted a high school reunion last year, and prior to the event, I had asked everyone to send me one weird fact about themselves. On the day, as I read out weird fact after weird fact, the girls all had to guess which person amongst us was the alien being described. We could not for the life of us fathom why anyone would ensure she starts and ends her climb up the stairs on a particular foot. I mean, who even looks at their feet when walking?
I know of someone who “watches” movies on wikipedia. For real, I am not making this up. Not just a single movie, but she has watched, okay, read through episodes (line-by line) of TV programmes with multiple series.
Personally, I don’t eat broccoli because I am convinced it will continue growing in me after I have consumed it. One day, I am just going to open my mouth, and out will come branches of broccoli!
I have learnt that you never really know what headspace someone is in. Yes he/she may have smiled at you yesterday, and now he/she is giving you a blank look. I ask you to make a little allowance for the headspace blues!
Now, let us leave aside intentional choices that define our quirkiness. Let us for a minute think of those who have no say in their peculiarity. Maybe a visible disability, maybe a hidden disability, maybe on the spectrum, maybe…
I recall being at some place a few years ago, where I got chatting with a mum who was there with her toddler. As he wasn’t responding verbally when his mum spoke to him, I asked “How old is he”.
“3” she responded.
At the time, it did seem a little off to me, that he wasn’t talking.
Years down the line, I am that mum with a toddler the same age with mild speech delay.
I don’t know what your oddity is, but I know we’ve all got some weirdness going on. It might be more obvious like a 6th finger, or hidden like a wikipedia cinema aficionado, but in this world of changing seasons, you may one day go from being the one asking the question as I did, to being the person answering the question as I do.
UB 40 put it really nicely in the song, Higher Ground
Every hour of every day, I’m learning more
The more I learn, the less I know about before
The less I know, the more I want to look around
Digging deep for clues on higher ground
Here’s 3 cheers, to the oddity of us all!
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BLP has a keen interest in solving problems in the developing economy through the use of technology. Of all BLP’s passions, she finds loving and looking after her 2 sons and her husband most rewarding.