Words

I've been called the "Q" word - quirky.
I've been called the "O" word - obnoxious.
I've been called the "L" word - loud.
I've been called the "S" word - strange.

I used to think of these as bad words. I used to wish I could be more poised, calm, confident and main-stream. And then I realized - I would be bored to f'n tears if I were. I learned to note the times and places to be loud... I learned to tone down the strange/oddness at work and in new situations... thankfully I grew out of obnoxiousness (unless I've had a few - and then, watch out, you've been warned). But quirky.

Quirky. That's something I've not grown out of. Something I couldn't tone down. Something I couldn't find the right time and place to be. I'm what I call "SA" - and everyone is a little socially awkward at some points in their life, some more than others. Lately, I feel like I'm in a constant form of "SA." I've been on too many first dates to even count anymore. Some of these dates, I felt like I was the main-stream one, and some of these dates, I felt like the fish out of water. I've had a few where I felt a "click" but in the end, there was no second date. I've had a few where I couldn't wait for this date to be done, and I heard a definite "thud." But in the end, I always felt like I was myself, my "quirky" flag way flying, and I put it out there. WYSIWYG with me. I do my best not to hide areas of myself. What I am learning though is this: EVERYONE IS QUIRKY. Yep, that's right. You, me, the guy in the cube next to you, the gal on the other side of the world. It's just finding that person who fits in with your kind of quirky. Who compliments your quirky with their quirky. Someone who doesn't make fun of your quirks, who loves you even more for them. Someone who has their own, and you adore them more for them (even if it might embarass you when they start singing in the bar, but you start singing along with them, because, seriously, look how much fun they are having!).

So, lately, I've been flying my flag at half-mast, feeling a little low in energy. But watch out world, I don't you're ready for this quirky. But who knows - and *raises the flag up* - Quirky Girl is on the loose!

Why Beep Boop?

Because that's what I do. I beep boop. When I'm talking, on kitten's (and people's) noses, sometimes when I'm singing along to a song and I don't know the words, I'll fill in with beep boop. It's kind of my own language, and oddly, friends are picking it up, and bring a whole new meaning to "beep boop."

Mostly what I beep boop about is everyday life: cooking, dating, working, exercise, trials, celebrations, the spa, my family, both genetic and the ones that I chose (friends), etc.

So, here we go with a little beep, and a whole lotta boop. You might even learn what deet doot means, too.