The Thing About Eccentricity
Ah, eccentricity! My lifelong passion. It began when I was a shellshocked twenty-two year old, afraid of everyone and living in a state of constant distress over Dad's shock cancer diagnosis, accompanying him to every chemo appointment, bearing his 'roid rage afterwards.
Eccentricity became my armor. It kept everyone at arm's length, just where I wanted them. I joked it really weeds out the riffraff. People give eccentrics a wide berth. Eccentricity started as my protection and soon segued into normalcy.
Here's the thing about eccentricity: If you do it mainly to attract attention, you're not truly eccentric.
If your eccentricity makes you self-conscious, you're not truly eccentric.
If it's perfectly normal to you, you're authentically eccentric.
If you delight that your eccentricity brings joy to others, but you don't do it for that reason, you're the genuine article.
But when you're a true eccentric, it's so normal to you, it doesn't feel like eccentricity anymore in which case...well, like adulthood itself, eccentricity is basically untenable but a fun untenable.
I'd rather write than eat.