Just a short ramble about my personality and people's reactions to it. Written in first person.
So, I'm an odd person. Nearly everyone I meet will tell me, at a random point in the initial five minutes of meeting me, that I'm weird. Because, apparently, I need to be told. Perhaps my personality is like a serious addiction; you have to be confronted before you can accept you have it.
But I digress.
I'm very odd.
It's difficult at times having a brain likened to a concussed butterfly.
Sometimes, for no apparent reason, I'll start singing or quoting something strange. I will then have to spend the next several minutes trying to understand the chain of segues that led my brain to wherever it ended up.
My head is a difficult place to live. It's noisy, chaotic and full of trivia in there.
Then again, I suppose I'd rather live in the busy, crowded city than the desert wasteland.