when I don't have to speak to people.
The great thing about getting older (and older and older - will I ever be old enough?) is that you can finally let your weird frizzy curly hair DOWN and be yourself, weird as you wanna be!
It is so liberating to do as one pleases and stop apologizing for it. OK, I am lying, I did spill someone's drink the other night and apologized profusely for it.
But in general, I can get up when I please, go to bed when I please, work when I please, look as I please, and do as I please. No excuses, no reprimands, no apologies. It feels good to be an old weirdo.
How weird are you? As suspected, I am the Classic Weirdo. No surprise there.
I'll bet author Patricia Highsmith is a classic weirdo as well, I dig her weirdo habits:
I listen to the BBC World Service starting at 2 in the morning until 4.
I switch off the light and listen in bed.
I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet.
Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.