Something my friend Silver posted this morning, combined with a realization just now, made me think. I was the weird kid when I was young, and I'm probably still the weird kid.
I'm the youngest of five with over five years separating me from my next oldest sibling and eleven years separating me from the oldest. I'm sure they played with me. I know they babysat me and let me tag along and stuff, but for the most part, I lived inside my head. Plus, we lived out in the country. There were a few other kids around, but meh. My best friend was the dog.
So, I made up stories. I lived grand adventures on our little acre-plus. Fighting monsters and being the hero of my own plays and singing songs at the top of my lungs (which I'm sure the neighbors loved). I had thrilling adventures in my bedroom, too. I remember turning my headboard into a horse and riding the countryside. (Yeah, not kind on the frame - stripped all the screws, and totally ruined the structure, but I rode that horse on many magical adventures.) The little 7x9' of space expanded to hold entire kingdoms. And it shrunk to the size of me and my books.
Because I did spend so much time up in my head, I didn't understand other kids and they sure as hell didn't understand me. I got picked on a lot - some of which I noticed and some of which went right over my head.
Over the years, the weird kid got tamed. I learned to integrate into the mainstream for the most part. Still, I never quite got to the point where I didn't still feel like the weird kid.
Flash forward to now. I'm a grown woman. I have social skills and everything. But I'm still the weird kid who hesitates to jump into social situations, to put myself out there. And since Hubs retired, I've reverted to living mostly in my head and entertaining myself. So, when the opportunity presents itself to be more active with other people, I shy away. Some small part of me remembers when I would put myself out there and get laughed at, or those strange looks, or the social shunning for some small gaff.
Unfortunately, I'm also a self-published author with marketing responsibilities. And the weird kid in me is all like AARRGGHH!
On the upside, I've found other weird kids out there who get me. Like I said in Silver's comments - Weird kids rock.
What about you? Were you the weird kid? Did you ever get over it or are you still the weird kid? Or are you the stealth weird kid - weird inside but no one can tell?