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You always seem pretty strong-headed to me. 
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My stubbornness and perseverance depend highly on how much I value the thing I seek. If I cannot determine the value of something or don't see how it will help me grow, I junk it and move on to other things. So, I can be very strong-willed AND be very weak of character at the same time. It depends on who looks at my decisions and how what value they place on things.
I'm not sure if the original poster is a teenager, if you are, you're dealing with a lot of normal things. I had a crush on this guy for probably 3 years, I honestly don't think he knew I existed, so at least you put yourself out there.
I up until I hit 40 something never felt comfortable in my own skin, now I do. Those two people who said negative things about you aren't your real friends. Unfortunately you will know many people like that in life, then you'll meet at least one person who will be a true friend who you can be your 100 percent self with. The other people don't really matter. People in general judge other people, especially in middle and high school. I was pretty wacky in school, I did my own thing and didn't dress like the preppy norm I was surrounded with. I wasn't super popular and spent a lot of time reading. I have to say looking back I don't regret being myself and someday you won't either. God bless you.
I up until I hit 40 something never felt comfortable in my own skin, now I do. Those two people who said negative things about you aren't your real friends. Unfortunately you will know many people like that in life, then you'll meet at least one person who will be a true friend who you can be your 100 percent self with. The other people don't really matter. People in general judge other people, especially in middle and high school. I was pretty wacky in school, I did my own thing and didn't dress like the preppy norm I was surrounded with. I wasn't super popular and spent a lot of time reading. I have to say looking back I don't regret being myself and someday you won't either. God bless you.
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I have a brother who, while growing up, spent all his free time either taking care of his reptiles and amphibians or going to the park to find more. He had 200 box turtles, 1-10 snakes, 3-10 pond-loving turtles, 3-5 links, 2-50 bullfrogs and leopard frogs, 2-50 tree toads, assorted skinks, 1-2 chameleons, an iguana, a caman (relative to gators and crocs), 1-3 horned toads, about a dozen gerbils and mice (snake food), and 5-50 rabbits (five were breeders, but he'd sell the babies to pet stores right before Easter, and the proceeds would go to feeding his critters.)
He never talked. Well, he did. About once a day if he absolutely needed to. (Usually something like, "Lift up this log." Which, I knew meant we were searching for a stray snake, or at worse worms and grubs to feed his critters, so he didn't have to even tell me why. lol)
Oh, and he was also dyslexic and dyscalculic. (We didn't have those words when we were growing up, so I never got why it took him so much effort to read, do math, or study. I just knew it did, so we all helped him. He wasn't stupid. After all, he could treat every disease any of those critters could get, so he had a wealth of knowledge. It was just that spelling and numbers tripped him up.)
How is that for both creepy and weird? Can it get any cripper?
Well, yes. It could. You see, his room smelled like a reptile house at a zoo. He also always had either a cotton ball stretch out or a wade of string. A wad of either with a long piece sticking out and a smaller clump on the bottom. The longer piece was a leg. The clump at the bottom was a foot. He called the wad "Thingy." "Thingy" was as much a part of his life as my stuffed animals were part of mine. BUT even when I got too old for stuffed animals, he kept taking Thingy with him. AND, he's an older brother.
What's the point of all this? Even though he didn't talk much, played with his critters way too much, and took Thingy wherever he went, he had friends!!!
Why? Because creepy and weird is a very good thing for those of us who take the time to get Creepy and Weird!
Most kids want to pretend they're normal just because they think that makes them like everyone else. They don't get in on the secret. Who wants to be like everybody else? Creepy and Weird struts to a different drummer and so, has much more to share than "normal" will ever have!
Find those who like Creepy and Weird. I suspect they dance to their own drummer too, so Creepy and Weird becomes a good thing. Not a bad thing. They're out there. It's just when you're young many of them are still clinging to the sidelines of Normal, scared, and NOT enjoying the ride!
And understand this -- I'm the old lady who writes books about MY stuffed animals. THEY waited for me to return. And I found the guy who enjoys my strangeness as much as I do.
He never talked. Well, he did. About once a day if he absolutely needed to. (Usually something like, "Lift up this log." Which, I knew meant we were searching for a stray snake, or at worse worms and grubs to feed his critters, so he didn't have to even tell me why. lol)
Oh, and he was also dyslexic and dyscalculic. (We didn't have those words when we were growing up, so I never got why it took him so much effort to read, do math, or study. I just knew it did, so we all helped him. He wasn't stupid. After all, he could treat every disease any of those critters could get, so he had a wealth of knowledge. It was just that spelling and numbers tripped him up.)
How is that for both creepy and weird? Can it get any cripper?
Well, yes. It could. You see, his room smelled like a reptile house at a zoo. He also always had either a cotton ball stretch out or a wade of string. A wad of either with a long piece sticking out and a smaller clump on the bottom. The longer piece was a leg. The clump at the bottom was a foot. He called the wad "Thingy." "Thingy" was as much a part of his life as my stuffed animals were part of mine. BUT even when I got too old for stuffed animals, he kept taking Thingy with him. AND, he's an older brother.
What's the point of all this? Even though he didn't talk much, played with his critters way too much, and took Thingy wherever he went, he had friends!!!
Why? Because creepy and weird is a very good thing for those of us who take the time to get Creepy and Weird!
Most kids want to pretend they're normal just because they think that makes them like everyone else. They don't get in on the secret. Who wants to be like everybody else? Creepy and Weird struts to a different drummer and so, has much more to share than "normal" will ever have!
Find those who like Creepy and Weird. I suspect they dance to their own drummer too, so Creepy and Weird becomes a good thing. Not a bad thing. They're out there. It's just when you're young many of them are still clinging to the sidelines of Normal, scared, and NOT enjoying the ride!
And understand this -- I'm the old lady who writes books about MY stuffed animals. THEY waited for me to return. And I found the guy who enjoys my strangeness as much as I do.
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Don't discount the friends yet. It works about the same way it works on this site. One person says to you, "I don't like you. and nobody else does too, because you're ..." Meanwhile, your real friends are behind you, rolling their eyes, but you don't see them rolling their eyes, and they're silent, because it's just such nonsense, why say anything, and all the while, you don't know they rolled their eyes, because they're behind you, so you think the idiot saying you're weird and creepy is speaking for them...
And all that happens before you realize it's pretty stupid, so just turn around and hang out with the friend(s) that walk away with you. Then wait to see if others are still friends, but they want to stay friends with the other person too.
Don't ever think all this ends at 20. The only difference is we finally figure out the reality. lol
And all that happens before you realize it's pretty stupid, so just turn around and hang out with the friend(s) that walk away with you. Then wait to see if others are still friends, but they want to stay friends with the other person too.
Don't ever think all this ends at 20. The only difference is we finally figure out the reality. lol
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It takes strength to stay alone. Not a strength I'd want, but it isn't weakness. I think there is someone for you too. The problem is the weirder we are the less people can accept us. You have less to find than some. Not the same as "none."
(And I don't think weird is a bad thing, so don't think I'm putting you down. I like your weird too.)
(And I don't think weird is a bad thing, so don't think I'm putting you down. I like your weird too.)