Such a beautiful word. I’ve only known it (the word, not the behavior) for a year-and-a-half, but it entered my vocabulary at a time when I needed explicit assurance from a neutral source — for perhaps the first time — that it was legitimate for me to be a weirdo.

Don’t worry — I’m fine with myself now; and how entertaining my quirks are, and pretty proud of myself for only subjecting others to them in measured doses. (If you’re reading this, you can probably even relate somewhat!)

I still haven’t gotten through Flaherty’s, The Midnight Disease, but I’ll likely revisit it. The way today unfolded made me think of it. What attracted me to it, as a read, was not that it focused on something relevant to me personally, but that it was also geared to using the outliers to shed light on issues that affect just about everyone.