Call Me Weird

How to adopt a better approach to presenting your true and complete self. Confronting and choosing unconventional roles, and standing strong in your own shoes.

This piece may come across as provocative or arrogant. And I am ok with that. I have control over the content I put out and how I express my words, but I have zero doing on the way you choose to perceive my work. 

I feel an urge and inclination to write this post about the instances in the past and present in which I get judge for thinking different and acting different. I don't know what goes through their brains to be so judgmental but neither it is my intention to know so. I will focus on my side and my experience. I will use this energy and power inside me on something productive and proactive.

To all who feel the need to critique

Call me weird

Call me weird, but I make my own path.

I choose in which direction I want to go through listening to myself and my desires, from within, not from seeing what already existing systems there are for me to use and those are my directions. Those systems are where I take some of my steps to get to my destine.

Call me weird, but I don't gender products.

I see the world as a rainbow or spectrum rather than black and white. Or blue and pink. To be honest when I was a kid and my instincts showed through I played with the toys that I found interesting, which happened to be dolls and kittens. It was only when I started to participate more in society when I encountered division between boy products, exercises, jobs, images, and girl ones. No one tells me what I am supposed to do using the argument of me being a boy. Biological sex and gender do not make choices for me. I, as a whole individual, make those choices.

Call me weird, but I reject your sexist jokes.

They are just not funny. Of course I am going to make you notice how unfitting it was and even  do you a favor and educate you on how that joke poses a number of problems. Which I make not take personally, but you piece of shit need to stop polluting society with your own issues. You smell bad because you are rotten in the inside.

Call me weird, but I love being alone.

-No I am good thanks. Really I’ll be fine. Yes I’ll call you later. Ok. I'm sure. Bye.-  or even   -Ah. No. Tbh I love being alone. Idk. You should try it one day.-  Yeah. Almost daily. I guess there is some degree of personal preference to the matter, but there is also the social construct that being alone is associated with isolation, depression, unproductive, etc. Why is it so hard to understand that I love being alone? It is like my favorite thing ever. Of course a balance should be maintained, specially since these repetitive questions are typically asked by loved ones.

Call me weird, but I will speak up.

If you say something that crosses any line, I will let you know which line you crossed and why, and even what happens now and how you can be less trash. Yes many people are uncomfortable with the fact that I speak up. Perhaps you expect me to be cute and non confronting and submissive, but I will be whatever I am. And if you ef up, I will et you know. I am not picking a fight, I am not starting a battle, I am simply speaking loudly about what needs more attention.

Call me weird, but I am not ashamed.

I have hid in the past and perhaps will in the future in cases where my safety is compromised. But I am not hiding who I am, where I stand and what I practice. What makes me laugh, what turns me on and what I believe. As long as I know and am confident that I am causing no harm to anyone and neither to myself, I am embracing my life.

Take a moment to breathe in.

Hold.

And release.

Notice how these are all coming from within, like they all depend on me. Its work depends only on myself. The exercise of these practicesare started and carried out by me. I think and react because I think and I react. 

While the world is a complex place where so many aspects are overlaid sometimes in a messy way,  there is going to be conflict. As I encounter them, I listen and take it in. Process it. And react appropriately according to how I feel. I simply don’t care any more and definitely don’t have time for anyone's ignorance.

Hell. Go ahead! Call me weird!