Many people would describe it as a lifestyle choice. I really don't agree with the word choice at all. That's not how it works. "Oh, you can just choose not to be. It's not that hard. My cousin was in college, but now he's not. Not as much fun at parties anymore though..." Most people don't understand, they just can't.
If you're extremely lucky, you can find someone special to share this lifestyle with you. Not just share, but embrace it. Occasionally you'll come across someone at work or at a party and from across the room you know that they share the same lifestyle as you. You might share a look or a wink to convey the understanding - to let the other person that they are not alone. Some people are more public about it, some only let their close friends and family know. If you've been reading this blog you might have suspected, perhaps for some time now. I'm just going to state it here to clear any doubt: I'm a silly person. I can't help it - it's just who I am. It's no more of a choice than me choosing to be me. And I'm lucky enough to share that those moments with the ones I love.
If you find yourself at a party wearing a duck on your head and catch my eye across the room, the knowing smile and little nod is because I know what you're going through. I know what it's like. But you'll probably be able to figure that out because I'll be wearing an Angora rabbit on my head.
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