Weird.

Weird.

It’s a word I have heard often on my 29 years earth side. when I was in grade school I came to hear it so much out of the mouths of my peers I thought there was something wrong with me.  I would often ponder “Why am I weird? Why am I so different from them?” I didn't understand. When I hit middle school I continued to hear the comment from my peers. “You’re so weird!” Even though I wouldn't understand why I was “weird” I always would say “Thank You!” with a sassy attitude and hold my head high. In my heart I wanted to take it as a compliment, but sometimes it still didn't feel like one. I just kept thinking to myself what the hell is wrong with all these kids? They are the weird ones…

When I was in high school the word flowed freely from many mouths in my direction. Even sometimes from teachers. Because of my *ahem* somewhat defiant behavior I would either roll my eyes and say ” I know” or give them a sarcastic smirk and politely thank them for point out such a trait OR if I was feeling particularly bitchy that day I would reply with “Wow, I haven’t heard that one before…” Teenage sarcasm at it’s finest.

You may think the weird comment ended at high school, but I shit you not, it didn’t…

I got it everywhere I worked or went to school. To this day I hear the comment from time to time…

So, is that why your blog is called Weird Mama you ask?

Yes, if fact it is. I have come to the conclusion over these past couple decades that it is not bad to be weird. In fact, it’s good! I’ve never felt normal. I’ve always felt weird…and that’s okay. I have embraced my weird!

The definition of weird:

1.involving or suggesting the supernatural; unearthly or uncanny: a weird sound; weird lights.

2.fantastic; bizarre: a weird getup.

Well, I’m not positive, but I don’t TYPICALLY make weird sounds or have supernatural lights flashing from my body parts. But, if people think I am fantastic and bizarre…that’s fuckin’ awesome. I’ll take it. I’d rather be a weirdo all day every day than to be a cardboard cutout of the exact humanoid standing in a line next to another cardboard humanoid sipping their cardboard coffee in a cardboard cup with a cardboard global logo.

I will err on the side of weird because that’s who I am. I can be a bit bizarre and fantastic. I say weird shit, I do weird shit and sometimes I even draw weird shit. That’s okay.

Hopefully I will find a few weird like minded people so we can all do weird things.

I am going to leave this weird photo for you to marinate on.

Enjoy.