***THE FOLLOWING IS A POST FOR TWEENAGERS. IF YOU ARE NOT A TWEENAGER, PLEASE FIND A NEARBY TWEENAGER AND HAVE THEM READ THIS POST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.***
Hey, tweenager. What's up? (Yeah, I know "tweenager" is a lame word. I have to throw stuff like that in so the "adults" will think I'm relevant.)
My name's Isaiah. I'm 31, live in a trailer park, and eat broiled goat heads for breakfast on Tuesdays.
Ok, that's not true. But I wanted to say something weird about myself so that when you get to really know me, you won't think I'm actually all that weird at all.
See, you never stop fearing the weird labels. And by that, I don't mean labels that are weird, like Mr. Snooglepop or Captain Conundroid. No, I mean being labelled "weird."
But I've got a secret for you. Are you ready for this?
They only call you weird until you've left them behind and risen to another level. Then they call you a success. And, the truth is, nobody that society views as a success got to that level by being "normal."
So, go ahead. Sit by yourself in the lunchroom and read a book. Let them call you a nerd now, someday when you're a best-selling writer, they'll be jealous.
Go ahead and hide in a corner and draw pictures of zombies eating your friends. They may call you a freak now, but they'll call you an artist someday.
Go ahead and pray before your meal, or carry a Bible to school. They might humiliate you or ostracize you now, but when you are able to face life's tragedies with a peace in your heart, they'll come asking you for advice.
Go ahead. Be the outsider. Be different. Be weird.
Do you know what popularity and normalcy get you? Prom king. Homecoming Queen. Most likely to succeed.
Do you know what weirdness gets you?
It get's you things those other fools can only dream of.
So, do it. Screw the bullies, and the mean girls, and the people who point and stare cause they're too afraid to be the target of the crowds.
You don't want to be in the crowd.
The crowd wants to be you.
They just don't know it yet.