My weirdness borders on Asperger's syndrome. The main difference is that most people don't know about the depths of my weirdness.
For instance, I prefer cats over people (which is pretty normal, but it gets weird) but it's extreme to the extent where I have irritated many parents of human babies with the "wanna see my baby" trick (and I show them a picture of my cat). I just don't like children, and people make me really uncomfortable most of the time.
I have a handful of seriously irrational phobias (sleeping in a hoodie could lead to unintentional strangulation, driving a small car = I would not survive a collision with something larger, strange cars parked on the side of otherwise desolate roads = everyone's gonna see my missing ass on CNN tomorrow, etc.) and I'm in a constant state of mild to severe anxiety.
(Which, by some people's standards, is pretty normal, but it's rather disruptive, so I assume that's what normal people would call abnormal.)
I love kitsch. Owls, Smurfs, Gumby, Mary Blair, whatever's weird and funky. Chances are, I want to steal your grandma's house.
My records are my babies, and I will seriously lose my shit if people around me don't know how to handle them.
I'm weird.
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You and I,
We were born to die.
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