I’m going to bare my deepest weirdness to you, my dear sisterhood. I know all of you will love and accept me regardless . . . and hopefully not laugh at me (at least not too hard). 🙂
I speak kitty-baby-talk.
Yes, that’s right. I have four big cats. And I talk to my kitties in the same way that a doting mother speaks to her baby, in that high-pitched, lovey-dove, sugary-sweet voice.
Not only that, but I have all kinds of really odd but affectionate nicknames for each of my kitties.
Of course, I don’t engage in kitty-talk around civilized people, because I don’t want them to think that I’m any weirder than I already am (you know, that strange woman who walks around talking about her fictional characters as if they’re real).
But if you were eavesdropping in my house at any given point in the day or night, you’d hear me call my kitties things like: Angel-heart, Love-bug, Pumpkin-pie, Sweet-doll, Baby-cakes, Lover-boy and a host of other gag-me type of names.
The truth is, I allow my kitties to run the house. They jump on the table and counters. They run wherever their hearts’ desire. If they’re sleeping on my favorite chair, I find a different spot to sit. I feed them Fancy Feast twice a day in special bowls. They snuggle on my bed at night in their little cat beds.
I admit, I even sing to my kitties. (Okay, you can laugh now . . . if you haven’t already!) 🙂
I have always loved cats. I can’t remember a time in my family’s life when we didn’t have a cat or two as a family pet. Even as a young girl I remember feeding stray cats that came to our house, having cat calendars, and amassing a collection of little ceramic cats.
When I was thinking about how some people might perceive my love of cats as slightly weird (especially when I talk kitty-baby-talk!), I realized that it’s simply part of my past, my personality, and my interests that all come together to make me a unique individual.
In a culture that all too often pressures us in to a mold of similarity, of acting, dressing, and thinking like everyone else, I have to remind myself that my quirks, my gifts and abilities, my unique personality–they’re all something I need to embrace.
As a writer, I also have to let my uniqueness shine through. Again, that’s hard with the pressure to conform, to write stories that have broad appeal. It’s easy to lose our specialness and to become like every other writer, or to let our voice get pushed and tweaked so much that it’s no longer unique. In doing so we get lost in the multitudes instead of standing out and being the writer that we’re designed to be.
As a woman, a writer, and as a member of humankind, I want to accept diversity–especially within myself. I want to be comfortable with who I am–weirdness an all–instead of striving to be like someone else.
So, that crazy thing about me–the kitty-baby-talk–it’s a good thing. It makes my life fuller, more interesting, and unique. And hopefully if it makes my life richer, it will do the same to all those who surround me.
Now that I’ve shared something weird about me, it’s YOUR turn! What’s something unique and different about you? Don’t be embarrassed to share!