500 words challenge, Writing

{Day 4} I Find Comfort in People Who Think I’m Crazy Weird

I have this realization (read the title) just a few weeks ago when life dropped me off in Limerick since early February with a bunch of people I only saw (not encountered) at work. Actually, life’s not really to blame. Let’s re-target the reason to my employer who sent me off for work here in Ireland. I have to do engineering work with these brilliant Irish guys, some of whom would make total hotties. And I am this Filipino lady who tries her best to walk as fast as she can just to keep up with her Irish counterpart when going to a meeting in another building while having to have the composure to bodily communicate that the 9 degree temperature is not bugging her.

Anyho, we’re getting a little farther from my topic so right now I’ll bring you back to my thoughts of why I feel happy knowing people find me a little cray cray. So, as I have told you, I have not officially talked with these officemates of mine back in the Philippines. I saw their faces, but we’re not even colleagues who share the floors. Imagine the horror of spending three whole months in a foreign country with people you know nothing but names about. I usually feel uncomfortable around new people and I have to adjust to this whole new thing.

But, a few road trips, lunch talks and grocery shopping later, I found myself actually enjoying their company. Although, of course, there are a few things which I find irritating on some. But they’re just purely nitpicks. Tolerable. I always see the good in everybody anyway. Can’t stay upset for long. As I was speaking, my bricks came  down. I mean, I talked to them. A pretty lot. I blab and blab about how Frozen, The Little Mermaid and Tangled can be related. I would do little money talks and one time, I have mentioned that I want to retire early and they looked at me like I’m dumb because normal people retire at age 60. (Just an FYI, I’m an Associate Financial Planner, but just for myself and my boyfriend first. Fairly new to this and I find money talks with other people a little hard to pull off.) I insisted that there’s a difference between a geek and a nerd. I told them I felt bad for Jamich, the real-life YouTube stars because Jam, the boy was diagnosed with a stage 4 lung cancer recently and they just shrugged it off because they don’t know Jamich. (You can help Jam here.) They are also reactive when my mood would hit the high scales when a male friend mentioned Pinterest —  I always feel a strong connection with social media-savvy people and I never thought that men actually linger on the site. And they kept on repeating my Facebook status (below) which I posted after a trip to Blarney and Cobh. I apparently enjoyed the trip, but I just didn’t show that super ecstatic feeling.

Today, my lips touched a stone many great writers have kissed, my feet walked the same path the last Titanic survivors have trodded. My heart is way too small and too weak for all the world’s wonders.

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However, when the group needs somebody to act as the spokesperson, they all look at me. They demand that I use my communication skills. Hey, they’ve never been disappointed. I got them 2 bottles of free soda when I ordered pizza over the phone. I was perceived as a student by the tour bus driver in Dublin and was offered €16.00 for an €18.00 ticket. When I told him that I was no longer a student, he said, “Well, you are a student of life still.” Yeah, so that’s how I got the discount. And they did too. *wink*

Well, I’ve done a lot more things for them to think of me as this quirky, dynamic, audacious, silly, high-pitched girl. I enjoy the title. Because it’s a validation that I see things differently from what normal people see. I have visions that they don’t have. I can trod farther than people who settle to be ordinary because I go over the fence when they think that it’s the border people were not supposed to cross. I see service and happy errands when they see burden. I appreciate the light when they choose to be blinded by it. I find comfort in being called crazy weird. I find it heartwarming when they laugh at my wisecracks. This simply tells me that I am out there to create something, to instigate emotions and to kill the doldrums, to inspire, to open minds to a lot of braingasmic ideas and ideologies.

As Steve Jobs would have put this simply,

Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.

People, sorry not sorry for being a Millennial Hipster.