flat face society

What do you mean I’m weird?
Have you ever taken one second out of your fucking insignificant life to step back and take a look at yourself? I mean, look at you. You’re fucking weird, spending your whole life trying to be fucking normal.

Trying to fit in and follow everybody else. You and me both know you don’t wear those jeans because you like them. No. You wear them because you think other people will like them. And it pisses me off. Fashionable I think they call it. Bullshit is a much better word. Why don’t you wear the clothes you want to fucking wear? Or why don’t you take a leaf out of Lady Godiva’s book and just wear nothing at all; I don’t know, but it seems to me like she doesn’t have as many insecurities as you do.

And while I’m at it, what do you actually do because you want to?
What do you do that you actually enjoy doing? I bet you’re probably one of those fucking idiots who went to law school; I mean, everybody knows nobody goes to law school because they want to. They go to please their parents, impress their friends; and to have a thoroughly miserable time. Name me one thing you do that you want to do and you’re proud of, or not embarrassed by. Go on! Out with it!

I’ve seen you put milk in your tea before the water. That’s fucking weird. But you don’t hear me criticizing you now do you? Huh? Pot calling the kettle black maybe? Or don’t you understand that normality is a subjective (that’s the sciency word for bullshit) and ultimately flawed concept?

Now you’re telling me society thinks I’m weird. Well hello society, here’s my middle finger! Society isn’t real either. Society is just a word you use when you want to pretend your ignorant opinions are also held by other people. How would you even begin to measure the random and idiotic opinions of millions of people? You can’t, so who in the fuck knows what society thinks? And more importantly, who cares? Are you really going to take me around each and every person in the population, old or young, well or sick, and ask them if they think I’m weird?

I am not fucking weird, you are. And you should be proud of it. I don’t give a shit that I’m weird. I’m me. I’m fucking happy; well, happy enough given that I have to deal with morons like you.

Honestly, I just hope one day you’ll see sense and let your silly little opinions and prejudices go. Open your mind a little will you? Don’t be afraid to be you; you know you’re only going to get one shot at being yourself, right? and even if you fail and fall flat on your face, and society jumps on you like the hounds of hell, you’re going to have led one hell of a life! So go on, be you; you weirdo.


I Am Not Weird, You Are (Spoken Word)

By Ryan Havers

(If you want to read this aloud and post it, do. Please also send me the link, I’d love to hear it!)