Spending a few years on the internets and watching my generation grow into adults has led me the conclusion that the real freaks are the ones who hide their weirdness and idiosyncrasies.
Growing up, the stuff that is cool or acceptable today – comic books, superheroes, piercings, tattoos, alternative lifestyles, dressing ten years younger than your actual age, pr0n, cursing, computers video games, showing your diary to the world etc – was considered nerdy, weird, or freakish. Now, everyone with an internet connection and social media account calls themselves a nerd, geek, weirdo, and freak.
I realize I went to high school in the twenties and had to get my booze from the illegal speakeasy across from the shoeshine stand, but had I walked into school and told my friends I needed to tweet, the Facebook, or blog something after I took my anxiety pills and worked on my novel, I would have been the textbook definition of a pariah.
I’ve written several times about how I love and admire my teenage daughter. She’s truly her own person and as comfortable in her own skin as a sixteen-year-old pretty cheerleader can be. She doesn’t deal with the prejudice, social mores, bullying and small town attitudes I had to work inside of as a teen. It’s cool to hang with different colors, creeds, statuses, and styles in her high school.
What I’ve grown to like a lot about social media – the twitter, the Facebook, and blogging (I don’t do pinterest, google +, instagram, or whatever else is out there) is people are generally more open-minded to different attitudes and general weirdness. I honestly believe if I was my daughter’s age I’d have a much happier experience growing up and adjusting into adulthood than I epxerienced. I could have addressed my anxiety disorder, not drank so much to combat it, and stayed away from some of the people I thought I needed to be around.
There are times when I look at my wife, three daughters, sister-in-law, other family members, and the few close friends I have and say or type, out loud so they can all hear or read “WHY DO THESE PEOPLE LIKE AND OR TOLERATE ME?!” I’m not an easy person to know and trust me, almost impossible to live with. My wife and kids deserve gold medals in London next week for having to handle me on a daily basis. I think the best answer to that question is, they know I’m okay at my core and in my heart. I fly my freak flag on the twitter, the book of faces and the writing I churn out in this blog. That lets enough normal, the kind of normal that makes me able to husband, parent, and work for a decent paycheck, in to leash the freak.
Today’s song is obvious. It probably should be My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog’s theme but Jonathon Davis’ facial hair and dreads are so bad that I can feature it on this page daily. 100 word song tonight from my buddy @angelaamman, Helene Troy news next week. Here’s Korn’s Freak On A Leash…GO!