People think I am strange sometimes. Understandably, my coworkers think I am strange because I do bizarre things, send them links to stories from the Border Mail as if they will care, sometimes randomly bring in baked goods, blabber on incessantly and talk about politics and Big Brother in the same stream of consciousness sentence.
My parents think I am strange because I borrowed their car a year ago and haven't returned it.
Some of my friends think I am strange because I still have the ability to do maths (namely, split the bill at a restaurant) even though I finished school five years ago.
But it's not just the people I know who think I am a little bit odd.
There I was, singing along to Belle and Sebastian's Lazy Line Painter Jane at the top of my lungs in the car at the traffic lights, and I all of a sudden noticed the guy in the next car STARING at me with a look of horror on his face.
Surely he couldn't hear me? The music and the car windows should have been enough of a barrier against me screeching.
But he was STARING with an aghast look on his face, as if he was witnessing something horrific.
I looked back with a stunned reaction, like a deer in a spotlight. It was very bizarre.
Seriously dude, get over it.
So anyway, the lights changed. His stare kind of put me off my singing, so I flicked on the radio and took up my other crawling traffic pastime… repeating things on the radio and trying not to lisp (apparently, according to a failed job application for broadcast journalism, I have a slight lisp, and my neurotic tendencies mean that it drives me absolutely mental and I can hear it all the time and I want to get rid of it so that maybe if more people read my blog like Marieke Hardy I too can host a radio show with Robbie Buck because I think he sounds very nice… then I could make my living from talking crap and blogging crap and it would be amazing).
But as chance would have it, more red lights (thankyou Sydney!). And yet another person in the next car looking at me funny. This time they looked like they were chuckling at me. How dare they!
So I wound down the window and screamed at them "HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN A PERSON HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH THEMSELVES IN THE CAR BEFORE? WHAT ABOUT HANDSFREE MOBILE PHONES, DID YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT!".
Just kidding (about the screaming, not the talking to myself, that's true… I do like to share on here, don't I?). I'm not that strange (yet).