I just finished watching a beautiful love story… it portrayed the real act of getting to know someone, with all their wackiness and without a sense of direction.
Aren’t we all in the same boat… tripping… weaving… banging into walls… trying to get this love thing?
In the film, the father, with Alzheimer’s, would often take his trousers off in public.. not knowing that it as abnormal. Weird, huh? His son, at first terribly embarrassed, but as a gesture of love for his father, also removed his trousers in the restaurant.
The son accepted his Dad’s weirdness and then began to embrace his own.
Don’t we hide our weirdness in the early days of a relationship, fearful of exposing the wacky self? God forbid the weirdness shines through… what chance in hell would you have of being liked, let alone loved.
Our weirdness has a mind of its own and will peak its ugly head out, at the most inopportune times… often when we are feeling vulnerable.
OH MY! That is the one of our fears… you then get trapped on the ‘merry-go-round’ of berating yourself… until there is not an ounce of love left in you… for you or for them.
But aren’t we all weird and wacky? Is there a person living on earth that is not? We like to pretend we are “normal”, if you are one of those… I hate to break the news and ruin your day; there is no such thing as “normal”.
Since this is a truth. Then why not let your weirdness out and take your trouser’s off? I guarantee, when you look around the room, everyone’s trouser’s will be off as well.
Here… here to weirdness!