• Thought Seeds

    Weirdo

    I don’t remember the first time I was called a “Weirdo” but that’s probably because I was too busy protecting my body from a flurry of flying fists. Stick and stones may break my bones but names? …well, as a society we’ve actually started to realize that names can hurt you too. Yet, the name “Weirdo” didn’t hurt me. I liked it. I realized that when I was being beaten, tormented and ostracized by people who considered me a “Weirdo,” in my mind it meant that they must not be “Weirdos.” In that moment of realization, I understood that “Weirdos” didn’t beat people up, “Weirdos” didn’t torment people, “Weirdos” didn’t…