The kooky

People are littering with personality…hope no one cleans up.

—Jig3125

Everywhere I look, people are leaving pieces of themselves behind.

A strange laugh.

An unusual hat.

An opinion nobody expected.

Little bits of personality scattered all over the place.

It’s a mess.

A beautiful mess.

The funny thing is, we’re often encouraged to tidy it up.

Be normal.

Blend in.

Tone it down.

Don’t be so loud.

Don’t be so weird.

Don’t be so… you.

Interesting advice.

If everyone followed it, the world would become remarkably organized.

Plus unbelievably boring.

Imagine a place where nobody told odd stories.

Nobody danced awkwardly.

Nobody had peculiar hobbies or questionable fashion choices.

Clean?

Maybe.

Memorable?

Not a chance.

The kooky people keep things interesting.

They’re the ones asking unexpected questions.

Laughing at things nobody else noticed.

They leave personality everywhere they go.

Like litter.

The good kind.

The kind that reminds you human beings aren’t manufactured products.

They’re wonderfully inconsistent.

A little strange.

A little impossible to organize.

Every time someone lets their personality spill out into the world, it gives everyone else permission to do the same.

People are littering with personality.

Hope no one cleans up.

—Jig3125