It’s no secret: I’m bizarre.
I tell people this when they first meet me, and they usually say something like, “Oh my god, me too! I like to play videogames when I’m home, I’m like, so weird!”
Then I hug them, pet their hair, and whisper in their ear, “Oh sweetie, you’re just a novice, let me tell you about the major leagues.”
My new job is full of people from everywhere. We have pacific islanders, Caribbean islanders, one Midwesterner (me), a couple Floridians, a couple from Washington, and so on. I think we only have one person actually from Louisiana, but he lived in Seattle and Hawaii for a number of years so he doesn’t really count. One gal is from New Orleans, but Nawlins isn’t Louisiana, it’s just Nawlins.
While they are a little eccentric, I seem to always weird out everyone when I decide to open up and say something bizarre. For instance, it was cold the other day, so I hugged my coworker to warm her up. She said, “Oh my god Leah, It’s just so damn cold!”
So I replied, “Would licking help?”
Because, you know, if you lick someone, they jump around and scream from how grossed out they were. I thought that this was a generous offer, but her reaction was to jump away from me and hug my other coworker, exclaiming I was trying to lick her.
Another day, another coworker asked me if I could twerk. So instead of saying yes, I begin to twerk.
And a lot of our clients saw.
And I did not care.
And the cake topper, one of my coworkers who seems to enjoy the eccentric that is I, she asked me to run around the building after we had closed, waiving my arms and screaming, while she did it as well so she could share it on snap chat.
And since she’s the size of my left foot*, in the video, you see her running fast and screaming while waiving her arms, and you see me, my belly bouncing, my ass clapping, while I’m going “AHAHAHAHAHHA!”
And I sent it to Alex, to which he told me he was proud.
So if you meet me in person and tell me, “Oh my god, I’m so weird, I get drunk and scream!”
I’m going to hold you, stroke your hair, and whisper in your ear, “Oh sweetie, you have no idea what weird is.”
If you hold me and tell that to me, I’m going to want proof. Maurna may have me beat with her third nipple and her infatuation with her vagina, which didn’t weird me out, it made me want to go visit her to prove it.
Because, you know, I hate being shown up.
Do you think you’re weird or nerdy? Prove it. Tell me a really horribly awkward story that proves your weirdness.
*My coworker is really short and very small in general. Her head only reaches my shoulder and she’s a very sweet little thing. I love working with her. She’s great.