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A Little Bit



     “ She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad
       A little bit, oh-oh, beautiful
       Wild, a little bit bad
       A little bit, oh-oh ”
(Crazy Beautiful – Andy Grammer)


          We are all a little bit of something. A little bit weird, a little bit fun, a little bit funny, even (the latter is only for people dengan selera humor yang sangat merakyat a.k.a manusia-manusia ter-receh sedunia). And that is okay. It’s fine to be “a little bit” weird, not everyone will understand you and frankly, no one has any obligation to. You’re not everyone’s cup of tea and that is completely fine. You don’t have to like them and they too, don’t have to like you.

          My mother often talked me into it, she made it very clear that it is okay to be me. “You don’t have to be anything you’re not, Kak. It’s enough for me to have you as you are. You’re more than enough. I’m grateful for you nevertheless. Those who love you, will always do. They won’t mind your weirdness, your un-funnyness, they won’t mind anything at all. For they, too. Love you as you are. They’re grateful for you. They only have one you in this whole, wide world. And I only have one you, my one and only daughter.”

          I often “disappear” from my friends sights’, searching for a place where I can be alone with my thoughts. Abruptly. I acted on impulse. Then I write. I pour my thoughts into sentences, paragraphs, which ended up being a short stories that you all read right at this moment. And that is okay. It’s okay for me to disappear for a while. It’s okay for me to do anything no one expected me to do, doing whatever I wanted to.

          I watch movies by my own, at the cinema. Also impulsively. There was this one time when I just woke up from my afternoon nap, immediately search for the movie showtime, booked it instantly, changed my clothes and went to watch it. By myself. I enjoyed it so very much, I enjoy my own company. My friend even had to notice me in advance in order for me to clear my schedule.

          I slept early and study at dawn. I love the mundane routine of everyday life. There is nothing I love more than having a deep, long conversation with my friend in order to know them more than I already do. I’m an introvert, being constantly around people drain my soul. I’m so clumsy, I often trip over nothing etc etc.

          As weird as it sounds, that is me.

          So know that you are all “crazy beautiful” in your own way. Be proud of yourself. No matter how weird “yourself” is. I’m here with you. Let us together learn to be kinder, let us learn to love ourselves. All of the “little bits” of ours. 

       Access the full song here https://youtu.be/HqNaGicLmcg (Crazy Beautiful - Andy Grammer) 

P.S : Tell me your “little bits” story in the comment section. What is your weirdness that you like the most? J



   
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