As you may have read, there was a comment on my post yesterday. Someone thinks we’re weird. Really? Hey! Me too!! Of course, I don’t think anyone is completely normal.
I’m not Suzie Homemaker. I am perfectly happy with a messy house. I don’t like to cook. I don’t hate it either. It’s just something that needs to be done. Is that weird for a woman to say? Shouldn’t she have meals prepared for her husband when he gets home? Shouldn’t she greet him at the door with his pipe and slippers? That’s very 1950s. Nowadays it’s weird if the husband doesn’t pitch in with cooking and cleaning.
I don’t go to church. CNN reported just the other day that “no religion” got a response of 23.1% in a recent study. It edged out Catholicism by a narrow margin. But still, the heathens! So is it weird to have religion or not to have religion? I suppose if you break it down to just no religion versus any religion, religion would win but I’m not sure that has any bearing on whether it’s weird or not. And, of course, it’s possible that no religion simply means no organized religion. I can not go to church and still believe in Christianity. (Happy Easter!)
The only sport Lion likes is football. Does that make him a weird man? Aren’t men supposed to salivate over anything sports? I’m wrong. He also likes tennis. But tennis? Come on. That’s not a real sport. Is it? Am I weird because I don’t like tennis? Or is Lion weird because he does?
The point of this is that weird is in the eye of the beholder. If you think I’m weird for locking my weenie up, or for even calling it “my weenie”, then why are you reading? If you think it’s weird that Lion likes to have his butt spanked, then don’t read. If I found out you had a blog about how to grow rutabagas I wouldn’t read it. Does that make it weird? Nope. I just don’t care about rutabagas. Or growing them.