I be a weird one.....it's fun.

I'm a complex person. My entire being is intricate. I have an very 'different' style....much to my best friend's chagrin. A lady of style, she always appears put together and fashionable. Me....well, I don't. if I'm tired or not feeling well, I will emerge out of the house in a sweater and yoga pants, tucked into my black comfy Ugg boots. Today, I wore my teal sweater with a golden design on the front, my blue jeans, and knee high brown suede boots. I even styled my hair and put make up on. I actually looked put together and nice and I think even my friends of fashion would have approved. Another day this week, I'll probably be wearing my hot pink pants with a wild design on them. My style is all over the place. It's unique, weird, and....different. Perhaps it's unfashionable. But frankly, I don't care. I wear what I feel like wearing. I look like I feel like looking. I walk barefoot in town. I dye my hair with Kool Aid. I sing loudly and off key, where ever I go. I yell 'Poop!' when things don't go my way. I constantly am making noises. I burp...loudly. I alternate from listening to a rap song to a southern gospel song. When I'm angry, I scream and yell. When I"m sad, I vent to a friend and eat ice cream. When I'm happy, I shout for all the world to know. I laugh very loudly. I talk loudly too. I say awkward things. I do awkward things. I hold peoples hands. I paint my toe nails lime green. When I eat food, I take large bites. I chew my gum loudly. I wrestle with my brothers. I go swimming in the lake with my siblings. I leave the house with my hair unbrushed sometimes. I drink pickle juice. I dance in the rain. I walk barefoot in the snow. I stomp in puddles. I talk to myself in the mirror. I watch Korean dramas with subtitles. I chase turkeys. I inspect mens beards. I wear mismatching socks. It's who I am. I like being different. I like being weird. I like being unique. I don't want to be something else. I don't want to be someone else. I have fun being weird. I have fun being me. When you stop caring about what you look like, how you look, how other people see you....life is more fun. Really. I stopped caring and started living live with full abandon, arms wide open, with passion and color. I think that's how God wants us to live. (While living in Him and obeying Him and such like, of course). Life is short, folks. Live it to the fullest.