I am a weirdo · Easier Ways

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I am a weirdo

I consider myself a weirdo, and not in the quirky, endearing way we romanticize oddness, but in a "maybe-this-guy-has-spent-too-much-time-thinking-about-life" kind of way.

Here’s why: First, I genuinely believe that humanity is more alike than different.

Yeah, I know—that’s the kind of thing people write on those decorative throw pillows. But think about it. Strip away the labels, the political team colors, the Instagram highlights, and you’ll find the same mess of emotions, fears, and desires in everyone. We’re all stumbling through the same existential minefield, pretending we’ve got a map.

Second, to me, everything is spiritual.

Not in the “burn some sage and align your chakras” kind of way (though, hey, if that’s your thing, more power to you). I mean everything—from the mundane act of brushing your teeth to the existential crisis at 2 a.m.—has meaning. There’s no sacred versus profane, no split between the life you live on Sundays and the one on Monday mornings. It’s all one. It’s all spiritual. Life isn’t some dualistic ping-pong match; it’s a messy stew of consciousness, decisions, and meaning.

Lastly, I get that I can be either a monster or a saint on any given day, and so can everyone else. And that’s not just a self-help epiphany, that’s reality.

We’re not wired to be wholly good or bad.

We’re complex creatures with the capacity for both profound generosity and shocking selfishness. A lot of us like to pretend we’re exclusively one or the other, but that’s just our ego trying to give us an identity neat enough to show off.

The truth is, we’re all just walking contradictions, trying to figure out which side of ourselves we’re going to bring to the table each day.

And that’s what makes us all beautifully weird—and scarily human.

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