For the greater portion of my adolescence and adulthood, I’ve always been different, with the operative word being “weird.” I always knew at a young age that I wouldn’t come to love the things that my friends did. While most of my female friends were running out to buy the latest Jay Z album, I spent my time listening to classical music, off in a daze dreaming about being somewhere other black sheeps such as myself could feel comfortable in their own skin.
At the age of 12, I would prove to be the black sheep of my family. I had discovered Egyptology after watching (my favorite movie to this day) The Mummy and wanted to be an archaeologist. “Why would you want to do that?” my mom often asked and the only thing I could say was “it just seems so lovely.” To show the extent of my dream, I bought tons of books devoted to deciphering hieroglyphs (several I’ve tattooed on my body as an adult) and even tried to go to summer camps devoted to learning the language. As you can imagine, my mom wasn’t happy with that and so the dream had to fizzle, but my “weirdness” wouldn’t go away.
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Do people consider you “weird?”
“And so, whenever I said something that wasn’t understood and brushed off with the usual, “Afiya, you’re so weird,” I started to say “Thank you.” “
It’s how I feel about the word “nerd.” People would use it as an insult, or with a slightly insulting tone, and I started to more and more accept it as a compliment, even if it’s not what they meant. I like being weird, I like being a nerd. Accept it and it’s no longer a weapon against you.