I like to dress weird. I’m the only person at my job who doesn’t wear a uniform, and not because I see myself as ‘above the law’ or anything quite so roguish, but simply because I like to express myself with every part of who I am. I walk stupid; I skip and stumble and click my fingers. I’ll interrupt strangers to tell them jokes. I wear odd shoes and then make up funny explanations for each person who asks me why. I find it repulsive to be ‘normal’, and not in as much as, I find it repulsive to not be weird, because ‘weird’ and ‘normal’ are subjective. Everyone is weird, no one is inherently normal; so to be ‘normal’ is to consciously deny yourself freedom of expression, in order to exhibit a facade that you deem more acceptable in the eyes of those around you.
Fuck that. If I want to put on a suit and tie just to get some milk from the shops, you can be damn sure that I will, because I’m just, like, so cool and unique and whatever like that.