We spend our childhood and teenage years obsessing over fitting in, trying to be that cool kid or that funny kid that everyone loves and keeps around. We get so involved in what other people like, and the idea of making everyone love us, that it completely takes over our life.
Thoughts creep into our heads while we do even the most menial of tasks, such as getting dressed in the morning: Is this outfit current? Is this jumper too colorful? Will it make me stand out? Will I look a dork in this? The list goes on with the possible thoughts that could creep into your head when just picking out some clothes, hoping that you look right, hoping you blend in.
But why blend in?
Who cares if someone doesn’t think your outfit is current or doesn’t approve of your jumper choice? I’ll tell you who shouldn’t–you. If you like it, then wear it. That idea goes for everything else in your life (as long as you’re not hurting anyone, of course). Even if that something is hula dancing at 2am in your flat while pink fluorescent tikki lamps fill the room (if I’m honest that sounds like one hell of a night, let me neck down a couple of Sambuca shots and I’ll join in – promise).
You be you. Be that square peg in a round hole.
Don’t cave to social pressure. It’s a shame that social pressure exists and follows us with its stink long after puberty and high school – it shouldn’t, but it does. We’re all guilty (me included) of disapproving of others unconventional antics. Antics that do not coincide with our own. Even if we don’t voice our disapproval, that little voice in our head speaks and we turn our nose up at such behavior that we deem weird.
It’s a lot like the whole debate on whether pineapple belongs on a pizza – for the record it doesn’t, just saying. Many argue that it doesn’t (like me), but some would argue it does (definitely not like me). Both would argue the other is wrong and weird for liking or not liking pineapple on their succulent and godly slice of cheesy goodness – but that’s okay.
Be weird and quirky from everyone else’s perspective. Be that square peg in a round hole, or a round peg in a square hole. Be square when everyone’s round, or round when everyone else is square.
Besides, define normal? Go on, I’ll wait.
You can’t, can you? No, of course you can’t. Because what’s normal to you could be completely arcane and otherworldly to someone else. And again that’s fine, well, as long as you’re not hurting anyone, or committing any felonies – please don’t use my advice to commit felonies, you’ll get me in trouble and I’d rather not get any black marks on my perfectly clean record (thanks).
We should wear our quirks with pride. Our quirks define us. Quirks are beautiful, not ugly – remember that. Plus, your quirks will make you memorable and everyone wants to be remembered, don’t they? Go on, admit it, you do.
Is someone going to remember the guy who sat there bland as boiled rice and did nothing, said nothing because he didn’t want to stand out? No. Is someone going to remember the person who has an odd attraction to and always seems to be wearing that horrible shade of ‘in your face’ purple? Yes. (I don’t know why I keep using clothing analogies but just roll with it, please?)
So I say, own your quirks, own who you are, be the 2am hula dancer or the lover of ‘in your face’ purple. Be my square peg in the round hole or be my round peg in a square hole.
Just promise me to be you like only you can be.