Friday Fun! (Quirky Wolfy)
I’ve always had this problem that I just don’t quite fit in anywhere. I’m what they call an odd duck. If I was a house, you’d say I was decorated in an eclectic fashion. I’m kind of a big bunch of contradictions. I’m a huge reader, so people think I’m a nerd, but then they find out that I scoff at D+D and WoW. Suddenly, the nerds don’t know what to do with me.
I love going out to sporting events and cheering on the home team, but I don’t wear makeup. Suddenly, the jocks are wondering how on earth I got into a sorority. Um, I didn’t.
I recycle and garden passionately, but I shave my legs. The hippies become very confused.
I am highly educated, but I’m more comfortable drinking at a bonfire and roasting veggie dogs over the open flames than I would ever EVER be in a fancy restaurant.
All of this has led me to make a pretty eclectic bunch of friends, and I love it, and I love them for it. It really has enhanced my social circle to the umpteenth degree. I have my hippie friends and my artistic friends and my nerd friends and my girly girl friends, etc…. I love them all for their own reasons, and I can pretty much always find someone to do any of my various pursuits with. The problem, of course, comes when I’m trying to date.
I am weird. Guys never know quite what to expect, and just when they think they have me figured out, I do something that to them is out of left field, but to me is totally perfectly normal. I can go from discussing Kant to swearing like a sailor in five seconds flat. I seriously get why it’s confusing. The problem is that that’s just who I am, and I ain’t gonna change it to suit nobody. I can’t pretend to be a classy lady when I’m not most of the time. I can’t pretend I’m comfortable just sitting around drinking beer and watching the game every weekend, when sometimes I want to go to the museum. I love who I am and how I am and the fact that it makes my life so varied and unpredictable. The problem is that’s a lot of quirks to match someone up to. Or at least to find someone who thinks they’re all cute. I’m sure that quirky guy is out there somewhere. I mean, after all, my father and uncles are all similarly quirky, and we can’t be the only family like that on the planet. (please oh please oh please universe)
But, you know, waiting for him kind of sucks. Even if I do get to pump iron at the gym, go out for beers to watch the Bruins, read on a riverbank on my kindle, and then hit up the MFA all in one weekend in the meantime.