Today's Eclectic Holiday is Let Your Freak Flag Fly Day. Did you know this? Well, now you do. I think originally, as the term was used in a song, it was about men with long hair. But since the hippie days it has come to mean anything about yourself that is different or maybe even hidden. Your freak flag isn't a bad thing...but maybe just a bit unusual. Something that, at the heart, makes you YOU. At least that is how I've come to interpret it.
Anyway, since I wanted to celebrate today, I gave some thought to my own freak flag (s) and how I could fly them. What's my thang? I'm not a particularly unconventional person. But then again, even when I was younger I wasn't really the kind of person who cared all that much about being cool...and the fact that I even used the word "cool" probably says something too. After careful consideration, meet my freak flag. Watch it fly.
I think a lot of you have seen this, but it is a something about me that sets me apart a little bit. It is the circus that lives underneath my desk. Coincidentally, a part-time librarian from Reference just came over here, where she apparently never ventures, and had to note how "cluttered" my desk was. Uh, yeah, it is called creativity, beeyotch. haha!
Another different thing about me might be my slight obsession with bears. Especially ones who have been captured and are forced to perform for the crowd. I don't know. I relate. Maybe somewhere in my heart I just want to catch fish and poop outside. Okay, that was gross, sorry.
I hope you all had a freaky deaky weekend and are anticipating a tee-riffic Turkey Day. And don't be shy...show me your Freak Flag! Let it fly. I will only respect you more, I promise.