Please Be Weird

I like me a weirdo, someone who is a bit strange. It’s so fun to be yourself, even when others might think you’re deranged. We giggle and we laugh, always having a great time. While people on the outside wonder what is wrong with their minds. 

I want to be free, free to scream and meow and soar. What’s the point of living if there’s nothing to live for? The truth is we’re all weird, whether we’ll admit it or not. We all have silly impulses and funny little thoughts. 

If I were your doctor I’d say to you, “I prescribe to you some weird. Make sure to take it twice a day, or until your worries are cleared”. For in weirdness we are true, no more hiding or defeat. Weird is not an insult and to be yourself? Bro, that is such a sweet little treat. 

So the next time you think “I can’t do that, it’d be super weird”. I encourage you to shake that thought. “Just do it!” I will cheer. 

Don’t let your dreams be dreams, even if they’re strange or scary. Cause dude you might not know it, but you are a majestic ass fairy. Spread your joy, spread your weirdness, and your quirks. Cause you are not a plastic bag, baby, you’re a firework. 

The inspiration for this poem came from my good friend Romy. They were one of the rare people I instantly felt totally comfortable to be myself around, and our friendship healed me in ways they will probably never know. 🥹 Love you Romy!!