You Might Be Weird If …
My friends think I’m weird.
Usually, I just laugh when they say this, but sometimes I wonder about the truth of it. So I decided to really examine why they might feel this way, and I came up with 10 examples.
- I write horror. Apparently, this makes me weird. Sci-Fi would be okay; mysteries, sure; thrillers, definitely normal. Even better would be comedies or rom-coms. But no, I write horror. I write about death, monsters, aliens, ghosts, and guts getting splattered all over. Is that weird? I don’t think so, I tell them. Lots of people write horror and make millions of dollars doing it. Stephen King, Dean Koontz, etc.
Their reply? “They’re weird, too.”
- I always make the weird comment in a conversation. Typical example: Two couples riding in a car. We pass a hearse broken down on the side of the road. One friend says, “Oh, geez, I hope they weren’t on the way to the funeral. That would be extra awful for the family.” I say, “Maybe the corpse woke up and ate the driver.” Everyone says, “Only you would say that.”
Another example: My wife mentions that someone who works for her hasn’t shown up in three days and no one can get hold of them. Our friend says, “Maybe he quit and didn’t bother to give notice.” Another friend says, “Maybe he got arrested and he’s in jail.” I say, “Maybe aliens abducted him.” Followed by another option, “Maybe he died and his cats ate him.”
Again, I hear, “Only you.”
- I keep Halloween decorations in my office all year. Apparently, this is odd. No one keeps Christmas decorations out all year, or any other holiday. Which is true, I guess. I certainly don’t have Easter bunnies, candy canes, or Valentine’s hearts in my office.
- My taste in movies. No one I know appreciates the old classics anymore. The Universal movies of the ’30s and ’40s, the Hammer films of the ’60s and ’70s. Everyone talks about how they enjoyed them when younger, but no one wants to watch them with me now, even during October.
- Apparently, it’s odd that I enjoy exploring graveyards and abandoned houses/buildings, and taking pictures. Creepy places are supposed to be avoided, everyone says. To which I respond, “Why?”
- I am the only one of my friends who thinks it’s cool to go to the annual UFO festival near our town. And buy souvenirs. I’m also the only one who believes he’s seen a UFO.
- I am the only one of my friends who is willing to entertain the possibility that cryptoids might exist. Bigfoot, Nessie, etc. Even stranger—according to friends and family—is that I wish they really were real.
- My favorite color is black, and my idea of dressing up is putting on a clean monster-themed hoodie.
- I spend most of the year counting down until Halloween. Mostly because of all the good movies that play on TV, but also because I love the whole atmosphere of the season; for 31 days, the genre we love the most is actually popular instead of strange. Of course, I still get odd looks when I talk about putting up my Halloween tree and wanting to have a costume party.
- I can talk about death, bodily functions, diseases, and all sorts of grossities (yeah, I made that up!) during a meal without batting an eye.
This is just a partial list, of course. Talk to people outside our genre who know me and they might go on forever. My quirky, sarcastic sense of humor, my pet snakes, the fact that I can drink warm, flat soda and enjoy it … apparently, the list is endless.
But that’s okay. Because in my book, weird is cool. Weird is fun.
Without weird, the world would be a boring place.
So, where do you place on the weirdness meter?
Until next time … stay weird!