“You are so weird,” my classmate told me while giving me a strangely quizzical look.
I actually looked over my shoulder to see if he was talking to someone else. “Who, me? I’m weird?” I thought.
It was my sophomore (or “Yuk”) year at West Point and we were on a short break from a Combatives class.
Personally, I thought it was weird to be rolling around on the ground grappling with my fellow Cadets for no apparent reason whatsoever...So naturally, I was breaking the tension during the break by cracking jokes and sharing what (I thought) were amusing anecdotes.
Turns out: I’m just weird.
I’m not telling this story because I’m somehow deeply emotionally scarred from the incident--far from it. In fact, I still chuckle to myself every time I remember the look my classmate gave me...you know, the kind that’s sort of like I was growing another head?
(Of course, if no one’s ever given you that particular look, you may be one of those “normal” people that I could never quite fit in with--but I still want to be your friend anyway :)
So why am I telling you this?
Well, in the many years since that incident happened I’ve only become even odder when compared to what the world views as “normal”--