weird

Weird? 
There are people who cry when they hear folk music, no matter what. 

There are people who eat paper and have never really felt like questioning it. 

There are people who listen to you like they’re in a car waiting for the light to change, even though deep down they really are interested. 

There are people who prefer to lounge around the house in unconventional clothing. 

There are people who haven’t had sex yet and people who’ve had sex eight times this week and you can’t tell them apart because they’re equally kind and well-adjusted and happy. 

There are people who are on the internet until 4am and you assume they’re looking at porn but they aren’t, they’re reading about underground rivers and concrete graveyards and abandoned subway stations. 

There are people who you’re know for ten years and one day you realize you’re never once seen them go to use the washroom and it’s because that’s the way they’ve wanted it. 

There are people who talk to themselves and learn a lot from the conversation. 

There are people who are not in the target audience yet are the truest fans. 

There are people who would jump at the chance to do pornography if asked but they will never be asked and that’s fine 

There are people who almost never smile but are almost always happy. 

There are people who hurt their best friend and when asked why they say they don’t know, and they really don’t. 

There are people who enjoy peanut butter banana bacon sandwiches and always will. 

There are people with the same hidden opinions and fantasies and together their thoughts are a silent parallel world where secrets are few. 

And they tell me there are people who are normal, but I don’t know what they look like because I’ve never met one. 

And neither have you, so why not compare yourself to real people instead. 
WEIRD.