werdos untie

(watch out for the 'reverse santa')

Don’t forget!

Don’t forget how weird you are.

Sure, you tried hiding.

And you’re terrible at hiding.

Oh, I know, you believe that they believe you too.

HA!

They’re just faking it - the way and adult fakes it when they play hide and seek with a kid.

So you’re weird.

Odd.

Eccentric

Loud.

Angry.

Unpleasant.

Opinionated.

Awkward.

Problematic.

Too quiet.

Caustic.

Too talkative.

A karen.

One of those people.

The scum of the earth.

Those words, those labels?

They’re funny little taunts.

They should come with a panting assertion of Tag! You’re it! - Uttered in the voice of a precocious ten year old girl - Oh look at you being domineering, oh my you’re so cute!

So be the type of weird that fits you. That’s you’re type of weird.

As for the brats with the labels,

I remember something about rubber and glue…

It may have had something to do with sticky trampolines?

The very best thing that you can do when someone calls you a label is to agree then smile and ask:

Now that you’re exposed the truth about me, how shall we procee…