You're Weird

  When I was ten or eleven Amazon and I went to a Day Camp for Girl Scouts (yes, I was a Girl Scout). There was swimming and crafting and dancing and other wonderful little girlish things. There was this one little girl, and boy did she bother me. She thought she was the best girl scout of all time, and was not kind to her fellows. At one point during the camp I was painting on my hands instead of the paper I think so she comes up to me and says "Mandarin, you're weird." I didn't know how to react so I just said "You're weird." She shut up after that.
This is a blog post in praise of weird people. I praise you. A lot. I admire you. I love you. I have always thought that one of the best ways to stand out is to be weird. My parents don't always agree with this, but if you have the confidence for it, you can pull it off. With the right attitude, weirdness is covetable. There are some people who don't get it. Don't worry about it. 
I'm not gonna' apologize for this post. I'm pretty tired and I really don't have much to say. Thank you you glowing oddlings

I really don't have much to say