Feb 6, 2006

There is a guy walking his dogs across the street wearing a floor length fur coat and a fedora and walking two dogs who are probably mostly pit bull and he stops to pet most other dogs as his own pooches frolic and sniff around the park. His dogs are there to smell the smells, and he’s there for the dogs, but he seems mostly resigned himself until he sees me, and waves gleefully and excitedly. I walk over. Presumably I know this man, this very remarkable creature outfitted like a pimp in Moscow.
But no. He just wants to say hi. He likes my hat. I pet one of his dogs, I move quickly along.

Now, we all can pick out the freak in this situation. I don’t mean to be judgmental but I’d like to think in a freakathon line-up this guys gonna get fingered far before I will. You need a superfreak? He’s your man. Round up the usual suspects, you are probably going to grab the white man in the sweeping mink in the children’s playground, right?
And yet in a playground full of some other rather colorful characters, I’m picked out to share the wealth and I can’t help but to wonder if that is because I was the only one who walked over, willing to accept they might now this person, or if it’s simply a kinship of fuzz, if it’s the furry hat, yet again, or if it’s something more disturbing, more intrinsically bizarre that I just can’t hide.

I have this every once in a while. I wonder if it’s me. If I’m the freak. I look around. I think, hey, that was weird, right? Nobody notices. Oh hey, maybe it’s just me.
I try to look busy, Crap, I’m the freak, aren’t I?

Yeah, I don’t know what to do about that other than embrace it. Buy 12 dachsunds and pull the jumpsuits out of storage and strolll out the door, beads and feathers flapping in the wind, rockin’ out to split enz and the accordion top ten on my ipod, as I contemplate robin hood and statistical methods to correlate average length and frequency of other people’s sex lives whilst trying to keep my weiner dogs from tangling around my boots.

8 comments:

rich bachelor said...

Well, of course you're the freak, as is obvious to the easily freaked-out everywhere.
The point, as always, is-do you care? Or, the more relevant question for a person living in a society populated by other people might be: is the care displayed by others on this subject worth considering in terms of your own safety?
I mean, we already understand that most people display fear reactions based on pretty much anything they don't quite Get...So do we try to understand them at their level? Or do we dismiss them with a healthy laugh? Do we try to change their minds? Do we remind them that they're pretty stupid looking to other people as well?
Dark cauldron of shadows, I'm tellin' ye...

hudi said...

What is the accordion top ten?

Lola said...

Freaks are necessary and good. The man in the fur coat is a walking larding, reminding everyone who sees him to be a little more uncomfortable and a little less sure about the natural logic of the world.

Lola said...

I mean, it's OK to be the freak. The world needs freaks and freaks need each other. What's awesome is that you can knit, you can bake, you can have a respectable career and all the outward trappings of a non-freak but somehow you always are and will remain forever inrinsically, awesomely freaky.

daff0dil said...

hudi: I have a list on my ipod called accordian top ten
it's a mix with mark growden and astor piazzola, some of the state songs, and other little goodies, some of which you have turned me on to...

Bjetsey said...

I am listening to my own private live accordion right now, it's not quite as romantic as I would have thought. it's just so LOUD. I can only imagine what it must be like to live with a calliope!

freaky people are great. I'm with Spearhead, "All the freaky people make the beauty of the world."

hudi said...

I've got to get another CD to you, and after that you won't be able to choose only ten

hudi said...

Everyone's a freak according to *someone*, so don't sweat it.

And there's no more stigma attached to the accordion, so no problems there.