My kids think I am weird. My wife thinks I am weird. I think I’m normal.
Now, I am not going to get all existential about this. I’m just going to say that I like being weird. I want to be me. I want to make goofy faces, and talk in funny voices. I want to sing my sentences and make puns. I love that my brain thinks this way.
I have found that being myself, takes little to no work and makes me happy. I have also been known to make others happy on account of my being weird. It helps disarm tension and even lower defenses when meeting people. It helps me with teaching my students, since being genuine and honest is something they appreciate. It’s also something that I cherish at age 37.
It reminds me that while I am getting older and have more responsibility, I don’t always have to act like a stuffy grown up. That’s not to say that I am inappropriate with my weirdness, as I have learned by trial and error that there is a time and a place to be weird. My wife and children have helped me a lot with that.
When my wife is trying to have a conversation with me and I make my eyes cross -I’m not taking her seriously.
Or when I think I am funny by mimicking my kids whining, and they get angry and say I am mocking them – It’s not funny.
Or when I am with my daughter and I begin walking with a “gangsta lean” – It’s embarrassing.
I don’t know, there is just something in me that sees situations and circumstances in a weird way. Like all things I need to be wise and have self-control, but my mind continues to think of these funny scenarios and I hear the funniest things. It’s hard to turn them off, which is why I enjoy writing. When writing, I can let all the weirdness pour out on paper.
God worked through people right where the were, right in the mess. He would use their mistakes and successes as opportunities to make himself known, either to them or others.
Preachy part: I believe that all of my personality traits, good and bad, God uses for his glory and my sanctification and edification. One of the lessons I love teaching my students, is for them to be who they are and allow God to use them as they are. God doesn’t want robots, he wants us, mess and all. Outside of Jesus, there was never a perfect person in the Bible. God worked through people right where the were, right in the mess. He would use their mistakes and successes as opportunities to make himself known, either to them or others.
Throughout the 10 years I have walked and known Jesus, he has refined my weirdness and redirected it. Instead of it being something that could be destructive, I see it’s usefulness in being helpful. I’m not perfect by any means, but I do known that as I allow God to work through me, I’m getting better.
How has God been able to use your personality? Let me know in the comments!