Fly your Freak Flag

Every body is weird to somebody. It's inevitable. It's undeniable. Not a single one of use is raised the same way, not even two people in the same family. I see it all the time in my friends and family members who have siblings. Two people have two or more children and though the parenting style is exactly the same, it is perceived completely different by each sibling.

This lesson about every body being weird to some body goes back to when Garrison was growing up, well actually is goes back to the beginning of time. I remember this lesson growing up, but it wasn't until I was teaching it to Garrison that I finally embraced my inner weirdo.

My inner weirdo was so happy when I finally accepted her. She was so happy she couldn't contain herself and she quickly became my outer weirdo and before I knew it, (well,... forty some odd years later) I fully embraced the weirdo that I am and I don't have to hide her, ME any more.

I am myself.

I just finally got tired of asking myself, Why am I not myself??? WHY? am I not myself? Why AM I not myself? Why am I NOT myself? Why am I not MYSELF?

When you finally get sick of being someone who is not true to yourself, you don't give a shit what anybody else thinks because you are too busy enjoying the hell out of being yourself. If someone doesn't like it, well, they don't have to hang around. I am going to dance like a fool. I am going to sing off-key. I am going to facilitate fun and I am going to experience people the way I, Angel Zamudio, choose to do so.

You have choices too. You can stay and have fun accepting me for who I am, you can stay and judge me, or you can leave. One thing is for sure though, I will no longer keep myself tethered. It feels too utterly amazing to be my whole true self. So, look out world cuz this weirdo is flying her freak flag high!!!

Bueller's Pink Breakfast Candles

A funny thing I am learning as I get older is that I have always been sitting at the table with the cool kids, which is pretty damn cool for a big'ol dork like me. Another funny thing that I am realizing is that the kids at that other table that always seemed to be the cool kids, they are dorks too.

I used to always tell my son as he was going through school, Don't worry son, everybody is weird to somebody. Which is true and how could it ever be any different, because we are all raised by different people with different ideas, so anything other than what you were raised with is going to seem weird. Therefore, everybody is weird to somebody.

I used to say, I embrace my inner dork, but for a long time now I've been touting the concept of letting your freak flag fly. I love my dorky self and I feel like being my true dorky self makes me pretty damn cool. I love all my dorky friends.

This feels very John Hughes, doesn't it?