Weird Girl

I'm one of those people with weird parents; when people look at me, I feel them (annoyingly, correctly) assume so. But they're the good kind of weird, I promise. Their friends, the few they had, often turned out to be the bad kind. Many weird people are; the weirdness starts as fun, but when further explored, it quietly becomes evident that they're kinda dysfunctional. Weird people are somewhat of a gamble. A lot of normal people, the older they get, see themself become more and more like their parents. Well, let me tell you, as a weird guy, this is also true for us. Like my parents, I prefer having few friends, and the ones I choose to spend time with are primarily weird. If you don't end up like your parents, you'll end up pretending to be their opposite. Hopefully, convincingly enough to one day trick yourself into forgetting it was an act. Anyway, so this painting is about my new best friend, who's rather weird. Now I get most people might call a lot of otherwise normal people weird because of a few things they do out-of-the-ordinary -- that's not the case here. Are you wondering what makes her weird? I get that, but that's not what this painting is about.