I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I love wonderful weirdos and tend to include them in this blog.
And as this wonderful weirdo likes to say, “It takes one to know one.”
Do you see any wonderful weirdos in my images for today?
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I am a wonderful weirdo in both those ways.
Am I a wonderful weirdo for learning to play the drums just so I could accompany myself on my “Scared Sh*tless” song?
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If you think there are wonderful weirdos who might benefit from hearing my songs, here is the easiest link to share:
https://linktr.ee/singingtherapist
It’s wonderfully weird how I am feeling more comfortable about promoting myself here and elsewhere.
Wonderfully weird thanks to wonderful weirdos everywhere, including YOU!
I can only hope I am seen as a wonderful weirdo. Certainly most of my favorite friends are. Marisande, Sheelah, Hall, Esther. For one thing, we are all Deadheads. My new friend in Madison, Judy, is one of the most wonderful weirdos I have ever met. The first day we sat down for a talk, she told me, “I have Parkinson’s, so I may start to shake in a little while. Just ignore it. My family does.” And when I confessed to having once been a member of the Theosophical Society, she crowed, “I still AM!” Judy is just plain wonderful!
It takes one wonderful person to know another one, my friend.
And I completely forgot to mention that I saw your copy of “Stoker’s Manuscript” on (is it your?) bookshelf. I had never heard of it, but being a long time fan of stuff vampyr (I read Stoker’s original when I was 13 or so) I immediately added it to my Amazon wish list. Thank you!
Wonderful, Barbara!
It’s now my “right before sleeping” reading, and although it doesn’t have the rich language of the original, it is bringing all my memories (nightmares?) back to me and I go to sleep assuring myself that all the windows in the house are closed and locked! 🙂
While I have not been formally diagnosed, my wife (trained in assessment) and others in medical profession think I am neurodivergent. So that is, or at least contributes, to my weirdness.
But I am playfully weird. In 8th grade, I pulled all of the books on the bookshelf to the edge (it was/is neater). My 8th grade social studies teacher did not think so. I am a dad-joke pro and even have the coffee mug to prove it. I live for April 1. Other ways I am weird: I connect with animals (probably should have been a veterinarian or at least a vet tech); I geek out on things that others just don’t me into; the list goes on…
Wonderful, Stan.
Unique is so good, Ann.
So true, Mark!