I’ve always been a little odd. Not in a “trying to be different” way—just naturally built this way. A little loud, a little blunt, a little wild around the edges. And for a long time, I thought that meant I needed to soften, shrink, or explain myself.
Spoiler alert: I don’t.
I’ve learned I’m not meant for everybody—and thank God for that. Imagine the exhaustion of trying to be universally palatable. No seasoning. No flavor. No thanks.
My madness isn’t chaos—it’s authenticity. My imperfections aren’t flaws—they’re proof I’m human. And yes, this mouth? It can run wild. But it also tells the truth, defends the people I love, and refuses to sugarcoat nonsense just to keep others comfortable.
That alone disqualifies me from a lot of rooms—and I’m okay with it.
Because the right people?
They don’t flinch.
They don’t try to “fix” me.
They don’t clutch pearls when I speak freely or laugh loudly or call things exactly what they are.
They get it.
They meet my energy with honesty, my humor with humor, and my intensity with loyalty. They understand that love doesn’t require perfection—just sincerity. Those souls who accept all of me, not just the convenient parts? You are my people. You are safe. You are family.
Everyone else? No hard feelings. Truly. I’m just not your flavor—and you’re not required to drink.
So here’s to being a little odd. A little unfiltered. A little too much for the wrong ones and exactly enough for the right ones.
To those who love my madness, forgive my imperfections, and laugh when my mouth gets reckless—
you’re forever in my heart.
The rest can sip something else. 🥃
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