Weird - Hansen

'You're weird.' Those very words were uttered in my direction today and TBCH I have to agree with them. It's kind of easy to figure out though. This very blog is a testament to my weirdness. It's full of interesting wonderings and moreover it has no theme. Most blogs nowadays have to have a theme like 'Julia/Julie' or 'One new dress a day' or 'my adventures in Europe' whereas my theme seems to be a lack of a theme. I know that I'm weird which is exactly why I responded to that comment with 'I know' and I merrily continued on my way. You see as I've aged my weirdness has matured into something known as 'eccentricity'. All of the great teachers, professors, theologians, presidents and leaders have been a little bit eccentric. You need only look to the 'funny' APEC summit photo which involves all of the leaders in a ridiculous coordinated outfit every year. They're marvelously eccentric.

My weirdness makes me the person who I am. I always have a 'goofy grin' on my face as cliched as that sounds and I just try everything. It makes people laugh (sometimes at me and sometimes with me) which makes me feel great so I keep on doing it. Today I was walking up to my car to drive it to a car park which was a little bit closer. I was so paranoid about missing out on a car park and having to cruise around for half an hour trying to find one only to find that everyone kept on stealing the parks (it happened to me last week so it's a reasonable fear) that meant that I ended up parking in Thorndon. That's about ten minutes walk from town. When I parked the car I realised that I was exactly half way between town and home which begs the question did I even need to bring the car? I brought it anyway (since warm temperatures mean that there are lots of nice days to be spent at the beach which I always enjoy, there's always a silver lining although I do feel sorry for those sponges... I recently discovered that they aren't just in the kitchen (see below).)

To the point. As I was walking back to the car I saw a young boy who was about 5 years old swishing a long stick out of the car window in what can only be described as 'swish and flick' like movements. I smiled at this avid Harry Potter and then I proceeded to hold out my arm and show him the correct wand movement complete with 'swish and flick'. He smiled. His parents smiled. I smiled. You see my weirdness makes the world a better place. Perhaps his parents will even mention the girl in the hat with weird arm movements who made their son laugh at their next dinner party (hopefully not as the epileptic girl).

My weirdness has evolved. It has recently come to light that my weirdness was annoying rather than charming. It's like anything. If you have too much of it then you inevitably get sick of it. So I take a moment every now and again and I think what would James Murray do? He edited the first dictionary so seems to be sufficiently dull, dreary and ordinary. It means that people have a brief pause from my weirdness to absorb the awesomeness of whatever it is that I've just done. I think it's that pausing and thinking and overall (dare I say it?) prudence which I like to think is the catalyst for evolution into being eccentric but in reality it's about maturity. This morning I was riding on my horse at 7.30 am and being very patient with him for that time in the morning. I then realised how much I've matured in the last year. It happened gradually but I think that because I've met so many different people then I've learnt consideration. I know I'm not quite sure about what I'm saying but today Phoebe told me 'my parents no longer think that you're weird they even said that you can come over for a barbecue and have haloumi. They even think that you could be a life friend'. Although I must say that the phrase 'life friend' reminds me of some kind of cult I appreciate the sentiment coming from people who a year or so ago thought that I'd burn down their house... Simply because I think that fire is pretty and I tried burning a piece of my own hair... honestly. It was so cool though when it burnt it shriveled and turned charcoally... EPIC. I've grown up. For once in my life ever since I was 12 and made that fateful decision to not turn 13 I can't wait for my birthday because I'll be another year older rather than because of the glorious baking supplies I'll be given.

3 Good Things
*Eco study session. Not as productive as I'd like but fun nonetheless.
*The Notebook. Although I think it's a bit too sad to be my sick day movie.
*Being Weird (I should make a proud to be weird group on fb.... or at least a proud to be a nerd group)

Just a side rant I read the wikipedia entry for nerd last night (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd) because I was bored and I wanted to enhance my learning when it comes to being a nerd which of course I am. Anyway I was shocked to discover that in modern pop culture all of the female nerds have to have makeovers before they're socially acceptable whereas the males just stay nerd looking. Is that a testament to the objectification of females in the media? Or is it an underlining definition of a nerd? So if I want to be a nerd then I have to need to have a makeover. Slight problem there I have no acne, no large glasses (which I wear in public) and I've discovered that knitting jerseys are quite itchy on my skin. How can I be a nerd then? I think I shall just have to rewrite the definition. A female nerd is the same as a male nerd both of which have no need for makeovers and who focus on cooler endeavors like superman comics, epic TV shows a la Chuck and who have the dream of going to Comic Con. I should rewrite that Wikipedia page.... meh.