So, this happened.
A little background. Heathcliff was having a bad day so she texted me to pray for her but didn’t elaborate. And I prayed because God knows everything. But then of course I started freaking out because I didn’t know everything and because Heathcliff. So I proceeded to blow up her phone with questions even though I knew she probably couldn’t answer because she was probably in the middle of teaching a class. And I imagined all sorts of terrible things that could be happening and plotted how I might reprimand whoever was messing with Heathcliff even if the offender was just one of her eighth grade students who wouldn’t even know me. Because that’s what I do (Anxiety Girl, remember?).
I guess it was about lunch time when I received a text with a short version of Heathcliff’s bad day. There was no other person involved, no Zombie Apocalypse, no impending natural disaster hovering over the Junior High. I was admonished to please not freak out because that only makes things worse for the stressed party asking for prayer. And that is where the screenshotted text exchange picks up.Thanks for your weirdness. Click To Tweet
I thought about this and I thought about relationships and I thought about all of my favorite people, who without exception are a little weird. Obviously my family is weird. So are my friends. And my church. The students who like my classes are always the weird ones and so are the teachers whose classes I took that I loved. My favorite writers are weird. Heck, Jesus was weird. So is the Bible. So is life. And Christmas (see two blog entries ago).
Perhaps here it would be useful to offer a definition of weirdness, which admittedly, is taking Heathcliff’s text in the kindest, most positive of lights. Which I’m sure is how she intended it.
Weirdness is what makes us unique. It’s those little things that are off the grid, not always easy to understand, impossible to replicate. Weirdness is us in our rawest forms. Unpolished. Honest. Hopefully open to interpretation, growth, and change, but weirdness is our truth. I would argue it’s the magic that draws us to someone or something—when we recognize another’s weirdness matches up with ours, and we are not alone. Anne of Green Gables might call those people kindred spirits.
And that leads me to you. Dearest Reader, I want to thank you for your weirdness. For reading and commenting and helping me grow. This blog experiment is evidence that kindred spirits are everywhere, if we have eyes to see and hearts to receive them. Wishing you all a weird and wonderful holiday season!
Ps. This is a sort of after/before picture of me freaking out.