I learned a valuable lesson in college the year Man Lauren was my roommate. I had just finished making dinner and we were getting seated to eat. This was early in the year, where our schedules still aligned and we could have and cook dinner together. He did something which I perceived as different. Now, there are a lot of things that Lauren and I do that would be considered “different”, and to be honest, I don’t quite remember what it is that he did. For the sake of example and story, let’s say he scooped curry into his bowl first and then scooped rice on top of it, to which I blurted out
Without skipping a beat, he turned to me and stared straight into my eyes. He began to sing:
“You think I’m an ignorant savage And you’ve been so many places I guess it must be so..”
That’s right. He started singing Colors of the Wind.
We proceeded to eat dinner with light hearted conversation about how things are “weird” when it’s not what we’re used to seeing or doing. It extended to cultural differences or being raised in a different environment. This all stuck out to me, as from then on, I tried not to think of people as “weird” anymore, rather as unique or different. You’d think this concept would be more accepted and understood as you grow up, but ignorance is everywhere.
I mean, I’m guilty of it too. That’s just how normalized it is; people call me weird all the time, so naturally I’ll point fingers too. Not that I’m proud of myself, I’ll often have regretful thoughts as soon as I utter those two words: “you’re weird” or “that’s weird”. Sure, it’s probably fine in good company and joking is acceptable, but it can easily slip out in passing.
What am I saying? Let’s change how we look at things. After all, aren’t we all a little weird?
Just a thought.