weird is good.

The older I get, the more childish I become in both my appearance and my activities. It is completely apparent why Peter Pan never wanted to grow up. Though my thoughts and reactions are much more mature, I stomp around in childish clothes with my hair in a knotted mess and glitter on my face, doing arts and crafts and wanting to go romp in the snow or watch The Brave Little Toaster. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. What are 19 year olds supposed to do anyways? I work, I go to university, and my free time is spent doing childish things. I like to go on adventures and cuddle with my dog while reading Nancy Drew. I don't think there's anything wrong with that, but when my co-workers talk about hitting the clubs or how many drinks they had the other night, I usually just stand there silent. I go to about two house parties a year, rarely drink, and do not tend to do drugs. Most of my peers seem to do the opposite. I've always felt very abnormal for not partaking in these seemingly "normal" adolescent activites.   But if there's one thing I've learnt over the years: weird is good. Growing up, I was the kid with the bowl cut and the lisp who wore velvet bell bottoms and Doc Martens, who watched Cary Grant movies and cut my own hair. I was weird. And I was okay with it. I was out with a boy the other night (it's been the same boy for a few weeks now - yippeee!) and he asked me if I cared what other people thought about me. "Nope," I told him, "I just be myself and if people don't like me, I couldn't care less." It's true. I'd rather be comfortable with myself and have a few friends than be constantly changing to please others. On the brightside, I'm lucky that so many people accept me for who I am and seem to enjoy it. My friends willingly create sidewalk chalk masterpieces with me, or do tie dye in the alley, or have Disney movie marathons till 2am, or have dance parties to The Monkees. They don't care if they're seen with me when I'm wearing some weird new get up or 4 inch platforms or mom jeans. I'm lucky that so many of my friends seem to agree: weird is good. Or at least, weird Chloe is good.   I've got the house to myself today so I decided to play dress up. I'm wearing a sundress from Fancy Treehouse with my H&M kids Batman sweater, Target socks & stockings, a cardigan from a church sale, and Reeboks which I picked up at a charity shop with my friends David and Tyler. Oh, and also a headband I made with these little bird decorations from the craft store.   This outfit is definitely me. It's a bit childish. It's weird. Clothing is a good way to channel my weirdness. It's always been the most visual personal statement for me and it's why I love clothing so much. It's why I created this blog and change my outfit three times a day (okay, that's a bit of an overexageration). I was always quiet growing up, and maybe still am, so clothing was how I let people know who I am.   Tonight I am volunteering at my church, but the next 3 or so days will be filled with fun and celebration (and a little work). New Year's is right around the corner and there's a lot to celebrate. It's been a good year, and things are only getting better.