there's different  and there's weird

there’s different
and there’s weird

You don’t have to be weird to be different.  I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen a lot of people taking “being different” to a whole new level.  Yesterday, I saw a lady about my age wearing a shirt that said, “meet me in heaven” with a pair of Victoria’s Secret leggings, a tutu and 4-inch yellow heels walking into the Quik Trip at 2 in the afternoon.  That’s called “trying too hard.”  I take umbrage with the fact that you have to be bizarre to be different.

You do not have to have floor plans and TNT in your basement or a 12-inch, purple-polka-dotted, spiked Mohawk to be noticed or be thought of as unique.  And if you’re not careful, you end up pushing the envelope too far till you reach the “cray-cray” category.  Individuality’s great and all, but when I start taking photos on the low-down of you and labeling you “not quite right” on my Facebook page, you need to rethink your mission.  Now, you can say I’m a judgmental bitch, and, well, it’s probably accurate.  I’m just saying that if that’s who you are, be it, but if you’re just dying for the world to look at you – get a new plan, Stan.

We have spent too much time teaching our kids to be their own person and not enough time teaching them to do chores, get good grades, and be respectful of those who are older or better than them at something.  The flip side is that people my age are obsessed with looking good enough.  We spend thousands on waxing, buffing, juicing, and de-tox.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not above it.  I’m just saying it’s happening, but I don’t really think of people’s looks when I think about if I like them or not.

My parents taught us humility.  It was often said in my house that if you were good at something, people would notice.  You didn’t need to tell them.  I kinda feel like that’s the difference between swag and layin’ it down, so to speak.  You can keep your swag.  I only wanna watch you lay it down.

Do you, or someone that you know, struggle with making a place for yourself/himself?  I get that.  At age 40, I’m still working on being great, but when I look at the people who stand out around me, none of them have pink hair or a record deal.  What do they have?

They have:

*A signature. 

Maybe they have a love of all things floral or all things bacon-y.  When I step into a store, I can see the perfect purchase for them.  Or maybe they always wear the same scent, or a scarf with their outfit.  Just a little something you know they don’t leave home without.

*A passion. 

Maybe they are obsessed with playing volleyball, and I probably don’t even have to ask them what they’re doing tonight because I already know they’ll be on the sand volleyball court.  Think of it as the Bubba Gump thing – sand volleyball, beach volleyball, league volleyball, indoor volleyball, etc. Or maybe it’s knitting, singing, or molding pop-tops into Christmas ornaments.  It’s just that one little thing they love a little more than everyone else.  (And it’s especially great if it’s baking and that they feel the need to invite me over! Lol.)


Maybe they’re just freaking great at something!  Sure, we’re all jealous of it, but maybe they know every answer to Jeopardy.  Or maybe they have the highest Tetris score you’ve ever seen, win hot-dog-eating contests (sorry, but dipping my bun in water, ew), or they can paint like Bob Ross on the back of candy wrappers.  If you are really fabulous at something, people will always take notice.  I have a friend that has made peanut butter balls (don’t go there -ha) since we were in high school, and we still talk about them today because nobody does them better. (Insert James Bond theme song here.)

Or they have

*An approach. 

Sometimes, the people we remember, or observe the closest, are the ones that have that innate way of looking at the situation.  I have a friend who had druggie parents, had to live in her car, has no one to spend Christmas with, and yet she still looks on the bright side of absolute everything.  How can you not be impressed by that?  Of course, there are those funny types, too, the ones that make your worst date story worthy of laughter and ice cream, but certainly not tears.  Those are the types you keep around, too.

See, I may not have figured out how I’m different (in a good way) yet, but I know I do not want to be noticed as the bubble-gum-smackin’-tube-topped uggo neighbor.  Just sayin’.  So if you feel the need to be different, remember that there’s a difference between unique and “unique.”


What’s your claim to fame?  What makes you different or are you still looking for it?  Or do you have a story of your attempt at being “different” when you were younger?  Let me hear your stories.  If the stupid thing below asks you for a website and you don’t have one, use your email address and it will get your comment to me.