A lot of people claim to be OCD.
It’s actually quite comical to hear someone say “I’m so OCD” and then take a walk through their house…yeah, you’re not OCD if there’s mold that just told me that the bathroom’s to the left…
We all have idiosyncrasies. Even the most relaxed, chill-tastic people I know have one or two things that make them…unique…for lack of a better word.
Maybe you like to arrive everywhere super early.
Maybe you like to squirt ketchup on all your food.
Maybe you have to spin around in a circle three times before entering or exiting a room.
The idiosyncrasy scale ranges from “Wow, you need to get a life!” to “Wow, you make the ranting homeless guy look normal!”
Hopefully—this is what I believe anyway—most of us fall somewhere in the middle.
I’m at this place in life where I recognize that my idiosyncrasies are just that: Mine.
The other day it was pointed out to me that I use the phrase “I have this thing about…” a lot. That one comment made me stop and think.
My weirdnesses are my responsibility.
It’s not fair for me to use them as a shield to get out of my obligations or as an excuse for poor behavior.
And guess what?
Your weirdnesses are not my responsibility.
I’m all for free expression and “being who you are.” Just do so in a considerate and respectful manner.
The biggest lie told today is that our differences outweigh our similarities. Here’s the truth: Our similarities outweigh our differences.
That being said, I don’t want my weirdness to morph into selfishness. And that’s really easy to do.