I sincerely believe that everybody has a people
You just can’t tell me (and have me believe you) that there’s no people for you.
Not with all of the ways in which we can currently connect with one another.
Even the weirdest among us can have a tribe of beloveds who hold us up and keep us grounded and make us laugh and are unconditional just for us.
The problem is, we often end up hiding our weird
So that people will approve of us
We’ve probably received judgement or disapproval for our weirdnesses, our obsessions, our too-muchness in the past, and so we think that we have to continue to dim ourselves and make those people comfortable.
What we don’t realize, is that THOSE AREN’T OUR PEOPLE.
The ones who are for us WANT us to be too much
they want us strange
they want us messy
they love our obsessions
We just have to have the courage to be our true weird in order to find them.
I guarantee they’re out there. Keep looking. Stay open when you want to close. Be present with your own innate strangeness. Be real. Be you. find your tribe.
The only other option is to continue with pretending we’re more perfect or less soft or colour in the lines more than we actually are or do and attract the wrong people who won’t ever love us the way we desire to be loved anyway.
Sometimes, the ones you already love will love you harder when you dare to weird.
You don’t get to choose for them
You just get to choose to be your real self. Real as JLo.
And trust that Life will send them your way.
Be open to them. Make them laugh. Clean out their refrigerators or drive them to the airport or read poetry to them or create stop motion animation videos in their likeness. Do whatever it looks like for you to love them.
They’re out there.
Be weird so they can find you.