WEIRD IS THE NEW NORMAL

Here's something to ponder while quenching your thirst.

The world has gotten soooo weird lately that WEIRD IS THE NEW NORMAL. This leaves me in a bit of a pickle because to function in society I sort of what to know what the hell is expected of me. You know, what is considered to be within the wide ranging realm of normal?

We live in a world where are supposed to believe that men can have periods and babies, while women bitch and complain that there are not enough real men. It would seem like step one in solving the not enough real men problem would be to stop teaching little boys that they can be girls if they want to be.

I wrote a different piece not long ago about pot smelling like skunk. According to the internet there are over a trillion different scents to choose from. A trillion. And someone said, “Well, we were thinking lavender or ginger… but decided to go with skunk piss. Don’t you agree, Tina?” (BTW… Tina is a dude). So, Tina the dude is smoking pot that smells like skunk piss and nobody even bats an eye. What a weird world.

I used to be that guy that was just a little bit out there on the outer fringes of acting like a smart, stable guy. I always had that quick, possibly not wise, comeback. Never really gave a shit about what anyone thought and always marched to my own beat. Some might have thought I was a bit weird.

Sonofabitch, man. Now I’m like an old white haired face in the crowd and I’m probably weirder than I used to be. What the fuck could I possible bring to the table these days? How do I compete with a guy dolled up like a super model while doing a video blog about how painful his make believe period was? And all this is done with the aroma of skunk piss floating about his/her closet studio. That’s a weird I’m pretty sure I cannot compete with. My weird is nothing I ever put any effort into. It’s always been completely organic. Sort of like the nice smelling pot I smoked way back when. I’m a writer and my brain goes a billion miles an hour and never stops. I don’t sleep much, and staying between the lines never really worked for me. But, here’s the problem. There are no lines any more. Who the fuck erased the lines? And why would they erase them?

On second thought, don’t answer those questions. I don’t want to know the answers. I’m certain that who and why are too weird to wrap my brain around.