But are we really the weirdos? I believe perhaps we are just the intuitive, the empaths, those connected more fully with the pain of the world and humanity in its current broken state, those who place deepness over superficiality. I am one too. I struggle with small talk and want to dive deep. I say the wrong things, create the awkward moments in my intensity. But I still enjoy the kinship of a group of hens cackling away. I just always make sure they understand my social awkwardness and in doing so I realize we are all really the same. Some just mask it better than others. Here’s to the wild women those of us who can’t seem to walk a straight path, who cannot fit into societal molds, and who say the awkward things but often things that needs saying. Embrace yourself and celebrate your wondrous self!!!
Yes! It's exhausting maintaining that shield, like you said. For me, I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of trying to find the right mask or cut out the "weird" parts of myself to feel more "socially acceptable." I think unconsciously I decided that the less people in my everyday life, the less fear I hold of others knowing and judging the real me. But I still crave sharing space with women, gathering and creating and diving deep into conversations. I'm in for the secret club pin, too!
I had a moment just last week when I suddenly realised, “Oh god... I was... The Weird Kid.” Only took me 50 years. And now I feel like I’ve grown into it.
But are we really the weirdos? I believe perhaps we are just the intuitive, the empaths, those connected more fully with the pain of the world and humanity in its current broken state, those who place deepness over superficiality. I am one too. I struggle with small talk and want to dive deep. I say the wrong things, create the awkward moments in my intensity. But I still enjoy the kinship of a group of hens cackling away. I just always make sure they understand my social awkwardness and in doing so I realize we are all really the same. Some just mask it better than others. Here’s to the wild women those of us who can’t seem to walk a straight path, who cannot fit into societal molds, and who say the awkward things but often things that needs saying. Embrace yourself and celebrate your wondrous self!!!
I second that. We, "the weirdos", want more from our connections.
Yes! It's exhausting maintaining that shield, like you said. For me, I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of trying to find the right mask or cut out the "weird" parts of myself to feel more "socially acceptable." I think unconsciously I decided that the less people in my everyday life, the less fear I hold of others knowing and judging the real me. But I still crave sharing space with women, gathering and creating and diving deep into conversations. I'm in for the secret club pin, too!
I had a moment just last week when I suddenly realised, “Oh god... I was... The Weird Kid.” Only took me 50 years. And now I feel like I’ve grown into it.
Fellow weirdo raising her hand. I would wear that pin... for sure.
I’m in! Where can I get the pin?😄
I’d like to be in the weirdo’s club! I think I already am. Weirdos are weird whether we band together officially or not. But let’s! 💞
“I’m weird too, let talk about real things. I’m willing to go deep and rich and I’ll be careful with your heart.”
Love this. I think I need a t-shirt with this on it. Attributed to you, of course.