Weird. Word. Woof.

Isn't this a weird hood ornament to have on your car? 

This is what I've been thinking lately.  People all over think I'm a real weird.  Friends and strangers alike think it's odd that I seem to be such a contradicting personality.  I am so outspoken and social, yet I lose my mind with loud crowds and shopping malls full of people.  I am the most non-committal being Ever; not being able to plan trips more than a few weeks ahead, yet I own a house have been maintaining a mortgage since I was 24.  I love LOVE men, and yet I only can stand to keep up with one for a little over 72 hours.  I can make Big Decisions just with nothing but a snap instinct, but DAMN, I can never decide what flavor of gelato I want.  

Also, people think LA is weird.  It's so sunny and warm, but there's constant smog and the temp hardly ever reaches swimsuit weather.  There's so much innovation here, but the roads are disastrous and the prominence of strip malls gives the impression that there's no one in charge of urban planning for this city of 4 million.  Beautiful people are aplenty, and yet the obsession with beauty also makes you cringe as you pass horrendous altered faces and plumped body parts. 

What I've realized lately, is that I will always need to live somewhere WEIRD.  We go together.  I can't ever make up my mind about the direction of my efforts, the taste of my expression, or the depth of my interests.  I need classy and trashy, sassy and gassy.  

VIVA LA WEIRDOS.