Bonus Comic Panel >>>
I remember being called “weird” when I was younger, (or wait, maybe that was Tuesday?). It hurt mainly because I “thought” I really wanted to fit in with everyone else.
Little did I know that I would grow up and realize being “normal” is the LAST thing I want to do (i.e. normal, meaning work a dull 8-5 job, watch a ton of TV, have a passion but don’t do anything about it because I am too tired and unmotivated, only talk about my kid, complain about everything, and have an awkward relationship with my husband, etc.). These are the type of things I see and hear from people who have these “normal” lives.
When seeing this, I am very grateful for my natural tendency towards being “weird” [which I guess means playing in a band, wearing brightly colored clothes, speaking my mind, loving climbing and adventure sports, drawing on everything, having an exceptional relationship with my husband (we play together, work together, and have a great marriage), choosing clients who are fun to work with versus over the actual need to make money, and making comics on a regular basis]. It does make it challenging for me to relate to other people, (especially other parents), but at least my family and I have a stellar life and are truly enjoying ourselves.