People fascinate me. Yep, even you. Why? Partly because I’m a student of human nature, and partly (and mainly) because ya’ll are some REALLY strange and weird critters. Don’t believe me? Here are a few examples:
- Attending a visitation recently of a coworker’s relative who had passed away. The guy in the box was dressed in a suit that no one would ever see again. Many of the “mourners” looked like they’d just wandered in after a week long bender (flip flops, bathing suits, board shorts, moth eaten jeans). These same people walked by the coffin, glanced in, greeted the family, then spend the next several hours grazing at the buffet that had been provided for the family. Did I mention that three of the “mourners” showed in bathrobes, house slippers, and hair curlers?
- Buying a car, that claims to be the fastest production car on the road, for the sole purpose to drive back and forth to work in rush hour. Or how about those who purchase the outlandish off road vehicles that never leave the road?
- How about those who are SO uptight that you would swear you could hear their buttcheeks squeaking together like balloons when they walk. I would not want to be their doctor during their annual physical.
- What about those who will drop $1000 on an outfit to wear to a restaurant and leave the server (who gave excellent service) a $2 tip on a $700 dinner?
People are weird! People are odd! People are eccentric! And, yes, some are just thoughtless, rude, and/or idiots.
We look at the animals and call them odd? Look around you, if you don’t see someone weird…….guess who it is then? 
You came to Portland, took a photo of my house and pet frog, and didn’t stop in for a cuppa?
Well…………..!
I knocked, but the frog said you were out dancing in the woods.
Frogs can’t be trusted….you should know that.
Next time, NoZ….next time.
I’ll save the last dance for you….
weird indeed
I am with you! Wet again, better be weird than boring!
Boring? Life is only boring if we stop seeing the weirdness. Wave That Weird Flag!
The world is a weird and wonderful place
I prefer to be weird instead of “normal.” Normal is a mask, while weird is who I am.
One of my neighbors likes to take early morning walks in her nightgown and slippers, it is quite the sight…oh no never mind, that’s me. Anyway people are wierd, allright.
Watch that frog…I hear that if you lick a frog like that, the secretions from it’s skin act as a hallucinogen…but then it is the weekend.