I recently met up with some old high school friends. Every single one of them was married (or had been) and had children (and some had grandchildren :eek:). Most of them were in elementary education, with a few working in their husband’s businesses and a few stay at home moms. It got me thinking about how different I am from the people in my area (mid-south, smallish town).
So how am I weird (defined as unusual, in my area at least)?
I am childless by choice. (rare)
I am not a Christian. (very rare around here)
I am engaged to a man 23 years my junior. (incredibly rare)
I own my own business, rather than working in hubby’s business. (rare)
Yeah, I’m weird for the people I grew up with, because I:
Don’t have kids;
Lived with my wife before getting married for years and never would have married except for medical insurance;
Spend a lot of time overseas;
Am an atheist;
Moved to the city.
I always thought of myself as weird, but somehow in the last few years my life has become disturbingly normal.
Weird stuff:
Raised without religion, happily continuing that way
Went to grad school and FINISHED!
Didn’t date a fellow American until I was 27
Worked a research job
And yet now I’m normal…
Married to another midwesterner
House and two cars
Cat
Baby
Quit my job to stay home with baby
I’m still married to my first wife, who is the mother of all of my children, all of whom were born more than nine months after our wedding. That’s bloody near unique these days…
Demographically I’m probably pretty normal, but deep inside my soul I am very weird. For example, I routinely pretend to be various molluscs and cephalopods for my own amusement.
Last night I said to my husband, ‘‘I’m as weird as a person can get without being creepy.’’
I am weird, mostly because I’m highly sensitive. A lot of people don’t understand my need for alone time every day, or how overwhelmed I can get by external stimuli, or how deeply I can feel even the slightest insult. I used to get mad at myself for it and try to fight it, but then I found out about being highly sensitive, and how it’s a genetic trait, and now I accept it, and those who care about me do, too, even if they still think I’m weird. And they do.
I first learned about it from Elaine Aron’s book The Highly Sensitive Person. It’s fascinating to me that not only do people have this (15-20% of the population), but it’s been found in all kinds of animals, as well. I can go through my family and pick out the other ones that have it, too- namely my mother and at least one of my children.