blog #24
In class we talked about queer theory. Then we discussed how we are all different and can all be considered “weird.” I know I feel different most of the time. I have this unsatisfying need to move. I also can’t understand why anyone would rather eat a cow than peas. I don’t even enjoy shopping. People even tell me I’m weird. Sometimes it bothers me, but then I remember they are different too.
Sometimes I find myself calling people weird. Then I feel disappointed in myself. Why do I give myself the right to decide what is acceptable and what is weird? I have had so many upsetting moments throughout my life due to people telling me I’m weird. Maybe it’s weird that other people don’t move all the time, or play with rubber bands, or bounce their legs. Maybe it’s weird that people chose cruelty over vegetables. Maybe it’s weird that people like to walk around and look at things that don’t belong to them. But maybe it’s all just normal. There is no reason that one thing has to be right. We can all be right and normal.
Maybe weird is good. Being different doesn’t have to be a negative thing. I realize this when people don’t have the same ideas as me. They think I’m different and I think that it’s good. Because I’d rather be different than believe something just because it’s normal.
Better than Ezra “Misunderstood”
Talking in her sleep again
Reciting lines start to end
But she’s not crazy
(Knock on wood)
Just a little misunderstood
She takes a walk at 4 a.m.
Wakes the neighborhood again
And I find myself recalling everything she used to tell me
Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life
Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart
She’s waiting tables the next day
She pulls a double then on her way
To an audition in Hollywood, yeah,
A little misunderstood
We sit around the house
Waiting for the phone to ring
And I know she alone holds the key
To everything I want to be
Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life
Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart
Everybody wants to be your friend
When you’ve got something you can give them
All I’ve seen, bad and good, she’s not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.
Aw yeah, all good, she’s not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.
Two years later you’re a star
Who’d have thought we’d get this far?
But I’d give it all away if I
Could see you on that day again
When you quit work
And threw that coffee
At the manager jerk
You said, “Close your eyes
I’ve got a surprise
A house in the hills
And a car that drives by.”
Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts, don’t it? Inside
Aw yeah, that’s right, you go around once in life
Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart
Everybody wants to be your friend
When you’ve got something you can give them
All I’ve seen, bad and good, she’s not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.
Aw yeah, all good, she’s not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.
I’ve loved this song since the first time I heard it. Because we are all misunderstood in some way or another, at least I am. I have yet to find someone who understands me, but it’s okay.
