Note to future self…
“If you aren’t weird, how do you know you’re free?”
Today I came across this question and it made me think for awhile. Does the freedom of being weird means that you’re truly free?
Are we free to the extent that we can be weird?
A lot of the behavior that we call “normal” is just conformity. It doesn’t mean that you need to be weird to be free but the degree to which you can be weird is probably a good proxy for how much freedom you have.
This is perhaps why we admire certain celebrities so much. Their weirdness feels real and raw. We feel attracted not to their quirkiness but to their freedom to be quirky. We crave that authenticity.
How can we be more weird? How can we celebrate that?
Food for thought. That’s it.
Now back to work…