Creative People Are Freaks

Creative people are freaks

I made an attempt to look presentable this morning. You wouldn’t know this because my face is red and blotchy, my glasses are sliding down my face, and sweat has replaced the “natural glow” my foundation promised on the label. I’m panting.

See, the library has three stories…

And I want the best desk. One secluded, in a cool atmosphere, by the window… I’ve passed the same fifty people, on three separate floors, approximately fifteen THOUSAND times within the past half hour. They think I’m crazy, or looking for someone. My bag weighs 75 pounds. My hair is stuck under a strap, tugging my head to one side, but I circle again. Because I’m a creative person, and if I don’t get a spot by the window, the closest I will get to a prolific thought is, “maybe I would come up with better post ideas if I was by a window…

Here are 6 ways creative people are freaks.

I Was Homeschooled

Last week, when I went to the dentist, I had a fun interaction with the guy who did my x-rays. Just to break the silence, he asked me the usual empty questions like “did you get today off in school?” so I replied politely “no,” and that I had graduated already.

“Oh. What school did you go to?”

All my life, I’ve had to mentally and carefully assess my answer to this particular question. There are two ways to go about it: “Citrus Valley Christian Academy,” which is the politically correct answer, but then people want to know where that’s located and blabi-blah. Or, “I’m homeschooled,” which has a 95% success rate of killing any and every would-be conversation, stone dead. It’s really quite magical.

This particular morning I didn’t feel like getting into it, so those two magic words were the ones that came out of my mouth.

He stopped, x-ray-chip-thingy-halfway-to-my-mouth-now-left-suspended-in-air, and looked at me. “What school?”

This is when I knew. We were about to have a moment.