weird

Today at work, someone told me I was weird. That wasn't the first time in my life, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

When I was 15 and only after a couple of months of working at McDonald's, I was called a dork. Her name was Bailey and she was always so nice to me. I don't remember the exact action or words that prompted her to call me that, but I remember being slightly shocked and a little hurt. But all I could say was, "I know."

But today, when Jerad called me weird, I wasn't hurt. I was a little startled by his abruptness. Being that I work at a power company, I get quite a few calls from people complaining about their high bills, and most of the time it is due to high consumption and slightly increased rates. I was talking to him about how power is a convenience and people have lived thousands of years without it, and if we really can't afford electricity, then we shouldn't use it. I then voiced how I would love to live a life not dependent of electricity and convenience things.

And that's when he said it. "You're weird." He could have said, "I don't think I would do that", or "Wow, that's crazy" or even a simple "oh." But instead he had to personally address me and who I am.

And you know what I said when he called me weird? I said, "I know." Same response that I gave 7 years ago. but this time, I really meant it. I am weird. I hope I'm weird. I don't want to have the same ambitions and goals in life that other people do. I pray that God can continue to work in my life so that when I meet people, they realize that I'm a little odd.

That's all.