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Weird

I told him about an idea I had, that I have my funeral before I die.
“It’s better! If I know if I’ll die by a certain time, then I can have a get together party type thing. Then they can say goodbye to me and I can say goodbye to them and we can be together one last time.” I laughed as I went over what I just said. “That sounds really weird, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” he said with a chuckle, “but that’s an interesting idea.”
I laughed again, partially at the thought that I even fathomed that idea, but also his straight-forward opinion. Usually, a person in his position is supposed to say “That’s good for some people”, or “Hey, why not?”, or maybe even “That’s a pretty cool idea!”, but he has right to tell me that I am, in the least, usually very unconventional. I tend to have peculiar ideas for every season. I’ve told him about how I wanted to have a bonfire party the night of graduation, to burn our school papers and celebrate the turning of the page in life. How instead of a conventional goodbye party for his college departure, I actually wanted to kidnap him for a day to take him for a picnic on Bear Mountain, and that the only reason I didn’t is because he had some unexpected traveling that exact day.
He’s spent enough time with me to know that I chronically say a phrase that I inherited from a cartoon I was obsessed with over 5 years ago. He shakes his head in amazement every time he sees a new creation made from duct tape. He is aware that I refer to several of my friends as my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and that he and I are the patriarchs. He realizes that I will solemnly sing “The Savior Is Waiting” in front of a congregation, and once I am off the podium, would wildly belt “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything” from Veggie Tales. I am not sure if he knows that when the radio plays in the morning while I get ready, I “dance” by jumping up and down while shaking my head around so my hair flies every which way…, but he’ll probably find out eventually.
Yes, I’m not quite normal, but I have explained to him that I don’t want to be. What is normal anyway? Normal is what everyone else does, but not everyone does the same exact things. No one is normal. To buy into that lie would be to spend the rest of your life trying to fit into that nonexistent perfect majority. So why not just be me, no matter how bizarre it is? The fact that I found someone who understands and agrees with me with that statement, and he is someone I can imagine sharing and laughing with for the rest of my life, is enough reason to hold onto him.
He just read this short rant, just now. Ya know, I could be entirely off, but I truly expect our conversation about this rant to go something like:
Him- You’re weird.
Me- Oh really?
Him- Yes, you are. And what?
Me- You’re weird for dating me for so long. And what?
Him- True. But I love you. And what?
Me- … *sigh* Fine, you win.
Him- Ha! You can’t deny it!

And this is why I love him.

Description
Weird

I told him about an idea I had, that I have my funeral before I die.
“It’s better! If I know if I’ll die by a certain time, then I can have a get together party type thing. Then they can say goodbye to me and I can say goodbye to them and we can be together one last time.” I laughed as I went over what I just said. “That sounds really weird, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” he said with a chuckle, “but that’s an interesting idea.”
I laughed again, partially at the thought that I even fathomed that idea, but also his straight-forward opinion. Usually, a person in his position is supposed to say “That’s good for some people”, or “Hey, why not?”, or maybe even “That’s a pretty cool idea!”, but he has right to tell me that I am, in the least, usually very unconventional. I tend to have peculiar ideas for every season. I’ve told him about how I wanted to have a bonfire party the night of graduation, to burn our school papers and celebrate the turning of the page in life. How instead of a conventional goodbye party for his college departure, I actually wanted to kidnap him for a day to take him for a picnic on Bear Mountain, and that the only reason I didn’t is because he had some unexpected traveling that exact day.
He’s spent enough time with me to know that I chronically say a phrase that I inherited from a cartoon I was obsessed with over 5 years ago. He shakes his head in amazement every time he sees a new creation made from duct tape. He is aware that I refer to several of my friends as my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and that he and I are the patriarchs. He realizes that I will solemnly sing “The Savior Is Waiting” in front of a congregation, and once I am off the podium, would wildly belt “The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything” from Veggie Tales. I am not sure if he knows that when the radio plays in the morning while I get ready, I “dance” by jumping up and down while shaking my head around so my hair flies every which way…, but he’ll probably find out eventually.
Yes, I’m not quite normal, but I have explained to him that I don’t want to be. What is normal anyway? Normal is what everyone else does, but not everyone does the same exact things. No one is normal. To buy into that lie would be to spend the rest of your life trying to fit into that nonexistent perfect majority. So why not just be me, no matter how bizarre it is? The fact that I found someone who understands and agrees with me with that statement, and he is someone I can imagine sharing and laughing with for the rest of my life, is enough reason to hold onto him.
He just read this short rant, just now. Ya know, I could be entirely off, but I truly expect our conversation about this rant to go something like:
Him- You’re weird.
Me- Oh really?
Him- Yes, you are. And what?
Me- You’re weird for dating me for so long. And what?
Him- True. But I love you. And what?
Me- … *sigh* Fine, you win.
Him- Ha! You can’t deny it!

And this is why I love him.