Be eccentric

I love being eccentric.

It hasn’t been easy, people don’t usually “get” you but I am completely happy with myself.

I’ve given up caring what people think about me and embrace my weirdness as much as I can and I have found people who love me just for that.

Just be yourself.. that’s eccentric enough… don’t care about what others think of you.. but don’t just go out and do things you ordinarly won’t do just to get attention.. then you’ll be ordinary like everyone else.

where people are struck by my appearance and feel a need to stare. i think that qualifies me as “eccentric.”

when I was eight years old, I was shopping with my mother and spaced out in the supermarket. I inadvertently walked into another woman’s cart; she had to say something several times before I noticed her, and then she began to yell about “getting your head out of the clouds”. My mom reared on the lady and snapped that if her daughter wanted to daydream in the produce aisle, absolutely no one was going to bother her.

I’ve always been eccentric; I’ve always had an awesome mother.

Writing this, I suddenly realise that this has been almost a phobia with me ever since early adolescence. Are they talking about me behind my back? Why are they all looking at me like this? What will they say after I will have walked away?
Well, I’m embracing it. Let them talk, they will have plenty to talk about. I walk my own path, and I can’t be unconscious or indifferent to the fact that I’m being discussed; so I plan to enjoy it.
I may even adopt a very shabby-looking cat and walk around a night carrying an old broom (well, except for the cat part; and the broom, and I can’t be walking around at night until the kids have grown older). I’ll sew some very weird clothes for myself. Oo, the possibilities, this is going to be so much fun!

Ok, so I’ve always been told I’m a bit unique, unconventional, different, etc. in my way of thinking and reacting (or not reacting). Being an artistic type, I suppose that’s “normal”. Ah, but there is more…

I feel as though I’ve been “conforming” to society most of my adult life, especially when in the workforce. And of course, if you want to be successful in the job market you must conform.

How do I see myself? My vision is living above my own art gallery/cafe. I’d wear brightly colored Moo-Moo’s, sandals and dangley earrings, create art pieces, meditate, host open-mic nights, teach art classes, mingle with patrons, drink exotic/gourmet coffees, write, have philosophical discussions, analyze people, share thoughts, and sometimes speak in poetic metaphors. That is the “me” that longs to escape. (What would be my chances of making it in the corporate world??)

I would expect others would see me as being quirky, different, unique or, at least, “interesting”. Since I do have a clear and rational mind, I would hope others wouldn’t shy away from me because of my unconventional appearance. And if they do, it doesn’t matter and isn’t important… as long as they frequent my gallery!

Obtaining this goal is possible since my hubby and I are planning on moving and finding a building suitable to be used for a small art gallery with living quarters above. Ahh… I can picture my herb garden growing out back as we speak (or as I type). As soon as we find our little utopia, I’ll live the lifestyle I’ve dreamed of and will shed the white blouses and blazers I’ve come to despise.

so there!

How can you make this a goal? You either are or you aren’t. But personally, I think we’ve all a little “touched.” And I don’t mean in the pants.

Eccentric . . .

Unique . . .

the sounds of these words are as special as the meanings of these words—I love being associated with words such as these!

so that when I look in the mirror in the morning, I can say “Whoa, where are my glasses?”