“We Should All Be Weird as Fuck” says Renée Padgham at Medium, and who are we to argue with that, disinfonauts?
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“You’re so weird,” they say, smiling at me. It doesn’t matter who they are – they are a slew of friends, acquaintances, teachers, store clerks, strangers becoming friends – 80% of everyone who has ever spoken to me in my life. “You know you like it,” I’ll smile back.
But why? I’ve spent a lot of time journeying, mentally and physically, in the past year trying to figure myself out. How do I relate to people in a way that makes them happy? How do I relate to people in a way that makes me happy? What causes friction in my life? What causes acceleration? I moved to New York (and back), I travelled Europe (15 cities, 10 countries), and I most recently threw myself out into the desert to burn some man down (sorry bro).