Oh, no no no. Weird isn’t bad. How lucky are we to be the weird ones? Unlike anyone else? How lucky was I to be completely unlike anyone else in this world? To see things through a different view? To be the square peg? To stand out in a sea of beige. To not really fit in because me and who and everything I am always stood out. Stand fully in being different. Don’t hide from it. I’m a strange little duck who never could fit in, and oh, so much the better for it. Why would I ever want to be anything so boring as ordinary? And why would you?