Yesterday, a girl I had never met before approached me as I was eating lunch and announced that she was going to sit across from me. I told her that I wished I had the courage to do that. He had a good conversation. She is planning her own major in costume design. She plays the string bass. She asked about my interest in internationals and what I want to do with my life. She talked about what she has been learning in her economics class. It was a lovely conversation, and I am choosing to take her courage as a nudge to try it myself. It made my day. I am excited to try it.
Have you ever heard of 50 people, one question? They ask some thoughtful, some silly questions. Instead of asking people what they study, which is a perfectly fine question, I want to ask people thoughtful questions. I want to ask people what they are passionate about. Whether or not I am brave enough to ask that, let alone sit down with someone, is questionable.
The lunch event made me giddy. I felt as if I should skip. When I told my roommate this, she responded with the usual, “you’re weird.” And though it twinges a little bit, that she doesn’t (or at least doesn’t admit to) understand or enjoy my enthusiasm, I would much rather be weird than boring, or worse yet, fake. I hope that someday she will realize that though to the world I am weird, I am enthusiastic, and in my weirdness I am supremely happy. And the more “weird” I get, the happier I become. And I giggle more. There are few things I love more than being happy and giggling.
So. I invite you. Be weird with me today. Or tomorrow. Let’s spread the giddy weirdness all over the world. J
Happiness!
(heart), P
p.s. What are you passionate about?
