I have long ago accepted that I am a little crazy and a little weird. It wasn't that exciting a revelation though. Turns out everyone is.

She could not trust people who wore all their "weird" on the outside. It left so little within to discover.

Weird people don't care if they're weird. They are the most entertaining to converse with because nothing is off-limits.

I like weird. Conformity bores but is inescapable for the most part. We all follow something, even if it is following the goal of wanting to stand apart. We are a sea of ordinary people; it is always the quirk, the flaw or the ingenuity that stands out.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?

If someone invented a thermometer that measured weirdness, it would probably melt under my tongue.