EMBRACING THE FREAK

I have a good friend.

She is full of wisdom, great quotes, lots of laughs, and oblivious to how entertaining she is.

I am honoured we have a similar trait.

She has embraced hers.

I have hidden mine.

She has accepted her ‘Freakness.’

She revels in it.

I have always pulled the curtains on mine.

Literally.

Weird things.

Things that have to be done.

Things that have to be done a certain way.

Things that have to be done first, before other things can be started.

Things that have to be clean.

Things that have to be put away a certain way.

‘Freak’ things.

She will perform them anywhere and everywhere.

By herself or in front of others.

‘I am a freak,’ she would say while she is doing it.

I always hoped a little of this would rub off on me.

It has.

I thank her for it.

I pull back the curtains when I ride.

I leave them wide open.

‘Embracing the freak.’

Insert broom emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

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