That's
Weird
“Dare
to Differ”
Matthew
Goldfinger
Have
you noticed that weird is the new normal? I think that is not because
we're getting weirder by the day; it's because there is no such thing
as normal. When I was a kid people thought boys with long hair were
weird. In my first year of college, three freshman boys, who came to
school with Beatles haircuts, had their heads shaved by their dorm
mates, and were summarily dumped in the river. Fortunately, they just
got bald and wet. Come to think of it, that was pretty weird.
When I
was a young adult living in New York City in the 1970's, I saw
people living on the streets for the first time. Men with their feet
wrapped in newspaper. Old ladies picking through the garbage. I
couldn't believe my eyes! Now, they live on the steps of City Hall,
and people just step over them to get in the door. Not that long ago,
seeing a tattoo on a girl was strange. Now seeing a girl without
multiple tattoos is a rarity. Our ideas of what is weird change over
time.
When
my friends and I get together we tell stories about people in our
childhood, and people in our lives right now—how truth is way
weirder than fiction. We constantly say, “You can't make this stuff
up!” I had a neighbor up the street, for instance, who fell in love
with someone else's dog. She would go to visit the dog in the middle
of the night. The dog's owners found a pair of her pajamas in the
dog's house. Now that's weird, don't you think? Maybe not. Who's to
say?
In my
mother's neighborhood, there was a “cat-lady.” This cat-lady had
about twenty-one cats; more if they showed up. She told me, “They
know, you see. They know the people who love them and they just
come.” Okay! She built a cat door so they could come and go from
her house at will. Her cats fished out the neighbor's expensive koi pond, to the point that the neighbor built a twelve-foot-high fence
around his property to keep said cats out. That particular cat-lady
created an out-door litter box for her cats—like a cat outhouse, I
guess. Go figure. Nowadays, everyone knows a cat-lady. Now, in fact,
they're releasing feral cats into inner city neighborhoods to control
rat populations. I wonder whether they're hiring cat-ladies to look
after them.
All
this is to say, maybe it's normal to be weird. Maybe weird is
normal. It might be best to simply embrace our weirdness and make
the most of it. We're happier when we dare to differ.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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