Strangeness Anyone?

Generally speaking, they’re all strange. Everyone’s just a fine line of weird from a ball point world.

They’re human? They’re weird.

They have a face? They have “two faces”.

Don’t get caught up in arguing with them, they all think they’re right, even when their facts come from the schizophrenic center. A highball and a hurricane taught them everything they know.

Strange doesn’t cover the disconnect. Weird doesn’t sum up the disarmed reason. Tongues can be tied. Intellects can be knotted. Feelings rule over fallacies. In fact, the greater the feelings, the more fallacious the flow of argument.

Separation of church and state? Somewhat.

Separation of science and emotional state? Never.

Angels of the heart always countered by demons of the mind.

The only way they can “be themselves” is if they have a crowd who thinks like them, dresses like them, breaks the same laws they break.

All of them walk like they have somewhere to go. But who told them to go there? Someone they knew long ago. Weird. Was it not obvious from the start? It’s a clueless mystery. A misty mystification. Tragedy in a plastic party cup.

If everyone’s weirdness is so hard to see, then what’s the matter with you and me?

Nothing. Nothing, it’s really nothing. Keep doing all the things you do and pretend everything is fine. Humans? They don’t want to know about your eccentricities, they’re busy romancing their own. They don’t need new oddities to take the throne.

Everyone’s the king comedian in their own weekend after-school special. Everyone’s the queen bee action figure in their personal stop-motion film. And if that wasn’t confusing enough, they switch roles and at times play the fool, the debutante, the courtier.

If a court had no fool, they didn’t think to find one elsewhere, they tried to fill the position on their own. Before you realize, they split on you, leaving you paying the impound fee.

Here, though, is the greatest benefit of everyone having weirdness in them: everyone has the ability to accept it.

Find yourself stuck paying for someone else’s major mistakes? Pay in carrots. Pay in flamingos. Pay in Pokemon cards. BAM! You didn’t just find a way out, you found a new friend.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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