aren't we all odd? can we just relax and be odd in odd fellowship without joining an odd society? i would like to honor your oddness. i would be honored by your oddness if you would share it with me. i'll show you yours if you show me mine. when i was young i was very odd, not special, but so odd, even to myself. i tried to hide under hair in trees with drugs among freaks. i still felt odd. i felt odder hidden. sometimes you say, no, i'm the odd one, to make someone feel oddly relatively normal. the very notion of oddness implies a conformist context. we're always trying to fit our oddness in. eccentricity for camouflage of the real deep down unspeakable oddity that can never be.