Everyone is weird

You are weird. If you are not weird that means your are normal and believe me, normal is one of the weirdest things you can be. Don’t believe me? Call a psychiatrist. I’m weird. And I’m OK with that which makes me even weirder. Who is Ok with being weird other than someone who is Certifiably Weird? You have to be careful with that one of course because if you openly accept the fact that you are CW, you run the risk of finding yourself in a room with the lock on the wrong side of the door.

Let’s visit some professions. Priests are weird, some weirder than others. Out of respect for the weird priests who really do mean well, let’s leave that profession to that.

Teachers are weird. Tell me that gaining a wealth of knowledge and earning not much more than a garbage collector and all the while having to put up with children and/or teenagers throughout your working life definitely qualifies as weird. I find it challenging to put up with children and/or teenagers on a twenty minute bus ride. Millions of dollars have been spent trying to figure out why public transit in North America just doesn’t catch on except in New York where it survives on desperation. How else are you going to get across town? New Yorkers will know what I mean.

A gutsy North American public transit organization should experiment with discrimination. “Discrimination” has really gotten a bad rap since about the 1960’s. Be honest here: two buses come rolling down the street and one of them says “No children allowed”. They’re both going to the same place and will take the same amount of time to get there. Be honest now, God is listening (we’ll get to Him/Her/It in a minute). Which bus would you get on?

How about doctors? God. (We’ll get to Him/Her/It in a minute). In North America it takes about 10 years to become a doctor and can easily cost a quarter of a million dollars to get there only to discover that the government says “We can’t afford, you. Please work for a teacher’s salary. We know, we know, you don’t have a teacher’s pension BUT you don’t have to put up with children/teenagers. You simply refer them to Paediatricians.”  Paediatricians are the weirdest of the weird in the medical world. Actually, that is not true. Paliatrcs is the weirdest. There no chance in hell of a ‘positive outcome’ in Paliatricts.

Yea. Doctors. My late uncle was a doctor and weird. And my father is a retired doctor who has such a complex psych issue they haven’t even come up with a label for it yet. I know I will not be offending him because he will never see/read this. We often hear talk of “early adopters” of technology and good stuff like that. Rarely do we hear talk about “kicking and screaming adopters”. That is my father. One of the hospitals forced him to get a cell phone. So he did. He just didn’t give anyone the number. Doctors may be weird but they aren’t stupid.

Politicians. Here is where you find the dark sider of weird. Probably the weirdest place you can think of is Washington, D.C. and many people living there would say ‘Bang on!”. But chances are those people have not been to Budapest and Victor Orwell’s gaseous and ever-changing world. Until him, I had never heard the term ‘illiberal’ and according to him it means something different in Hungarian than it does in English. Maybe what the world needs is an open invitation to a barbecue at the Tower of Babble. BTW, I did not come up with the term “Victor Orwell” and for his well being, I will keep the credit for this to myself since he still lives and works in Budapest. But thanks N.

Garbage collectors. I know I referenced them when I was writing about teachers and it may have been misinterpreted as disparaging to these people. Not meant at all. Oh, don’t get me wrong. They are weird. Have you ever lived in a city when a garbage strike was happening? Trust me, no one will be marketing a perfume with that smell even if George Clooney does endorse it. Garbage collectors are weird if for no other reason that if you you ran an IQ Bell Curve, there is a good chance you would find some garbage collectors at the far right side of the curve. Why? Just speculation but it’s possible that some weird people clue into the fact that what we throw in the garbage tells as much about us as what we don’t. Want to know your neighbours? Go through their garbage cans is a good place to start. Better than Linkedin. How weird is that?

Oh dear. Looking at the word count here and see I have passed 800 words. I think we’re supposed to keep these things to about 600 words. I promised to get into the “God is weird” and I think I should leave that to the next post. What do you think? I know some people shackled in the boxes of religious faith will be offended about me saying “God is weird”. However, hopefully I have enlightened you about how weird you are. Follow the logic and you can only conclude that having read this, you are now closer to God.

God, strike me down if I am wrong or even disrespectful.

Next up: God is weird. (Unless I am struck down.)