Humans are Weird

​We are soooo weird! Look how worried about or caught up we get in things that are 100% out of our control. The lengths we cute lil’ beings go through to create some semblance of control on our surroundings is astounding. I am noticing this because I’ve done it so much! I’m writing my first book right now and I realized a few pages in that one of the reasons I wanted to write it in the first place was to put more order in the madness that has been my life. I’m not using “madness” in a bad sense… please get that. I mean that the infinite changing and movement of my life has created a maddeningly amazing, epically detailed, hugely entertaining piece of art for me to revel and revere… and yet, instead, I’m trying to straighten the lines and erase the “mistakes.” AND I’m realizing there is no harm in my bringing more order, control, and rigor to my stories, my conclusions, and my beliefs. It’s simply a good thing for me to step back and be like “Wow, how  weird of me!”

By the way, the word “weird,” to me, has a great meaning. Weird is non-boring. Weird is fascinating. If something is TOO WEIRD, I believe that means it is the kind of overboard-weird that is causing harm or unhappiness. Anyway, why is it a good thing to step back and admit the weirdness? 

It’s important to look at our existence with a very broad lens; the more specific we get on who we are, the less freedom we have to explore all possibilities. If I say, “I’m normal for a girl”, then I’m limiting myself on who I can be, what I can have, and how other people can see me. I’m creating this narrow perspective as a truth for myself, even though it is an illusion… because who am I to say what is normal and isn’t for this tiny sliver of existence? Seems like a giant assumption. I could say, “I’m normal for a human” and again, I am putting myself in a very small scope compared to the vastness of everything exists. If I say, “I’m normal for an entity that exists”, from this huge perspective, I can begin to use the process of elimination to find universal truth or fallacy because I am comparing me to everything, instead of only comparing me to some things. “Wait… am I normal for an entity that exists?” When I compare me to everything, I can start to see how weird I am in relation to how normal everything else is.

Get it?

If not, ok, another way to see it: humans are just a type of everything. We are no different than rocks, animals, lightning bolts, planets, outer space, etc. We all all-exist. Not separate-exist. Think about a car’s engine; alone, each part seems really, really different. Like a human seems really different than a rock. The parts all together though are just one, single engine. Imagine that this engine is an electric one. The entire engine won’t work without electricity flowing, moving each part, and creating the flow that get it all moving. The engine also won’t work if it has all the electricity it needs, but it is missing a part. Thus is our existence. Without outer space, the planets, the atmosphere, etc, we would not exist. And without us, nothing else would exist. We are all one.

We do seem to be different than, say, rocks, because we think and reason and conspire and build and wonder and worry. Yet, why would simple thoughts, desires, and feelings cause us to be completely different than rocks or the rest of the universe. We are more similar than we are different to rocks. Because we exist. I think you’ll agree that thoughts, desires, and feelings would be rendered useless if we didn’t exist. Existence is a big thing!

So, when I do something that is (seemingly) different than a rock, like feel guilty about betraying my childhood religion, it is soooo weird. It might be normal for a human, but it is definitely weird for an entity that exists.

And here’s the thing I’ve realized: it’s fine to be weird and it’s fine to be normal. The point of realizing how weird you and I are isn’t in making ourselves be one or the other. The point is simply admitting it. In the admission, there is then freedom to decide “I like being weird in this way” or “shit, this isn’t going well for me, I’ve been rather unhappy, from right here, I drop being SO WEIRD about this.”

In stepping back and realizing that this is all very weird of us to be constantly grooming and straightening our lives and our beliefs, freedom is created. I also could, if I wanted to, go my whole life without trying to make sense of anything and drift along like a leaf in the wind. Many people do that, and that’s fine for them. (They’re probably the most “normal” in the scope of how all other entities that exist act.) For me, I like how weird my experience is sometimes. I relish the occasional drama because it is just so interesting. With adding on knowing that I’m weird, when it gets TOO WEIRD, I can look at a rock and have a good laugh with it.