December 29, 2004
prodigy strange
There are days when I feel very self-conscious about my personality. I sometimes wonder if it looks like I'm flapping around the room like a cawing crow or rolling on the floor with spines poking people in the ankles.
The further difficulty with this problem is that I always thought that I should be able to turn it off the flappity-pokitisity. I always thought, although it never happened, that if I were vigilant enough, I could be like other people--the ones that don't make people nervous at dinner parties. (When I was in college, after a meal at the president's house a friend of mine said, "Actually, I was a little worried that you were coming along. But it was okay. You were very Dotty, but you were fine.")
(She's boring.)
Although the self-consciousness may remain, I no longer feel burdened with my inability to be less wacky because of those little journals I brought from home. Check out this entry from my childhood.
Yow! I was weird then! And funny! And sassy! And amusing to myself! And already very familiar with my property rights, apparently.
I love these little kid journals. They make me so happy. I feel renewed. I have early-onset weirdness.
And there is no cure.
Ha!
Posted by dotty at December 29, 2004 01:34 PM