What a silly little word. It almost catches in the back of your throat. Odd. One vowel, two consonants. And yet it is a word that has so many uses, some good, some bad. It is one’s perception that dictates how this word is understood. Odd, strange, abnormal, unusual, peculiar, funny, idiosyncratic, individual… It is a very long list.
There were an odd number of pieces. The weather is odd these days. That person speaks with an odd accent. I have been feeling odd lately. I had an odd dream last night. The word has so many meanings and each of those meanings can have different connotations. I’m feeling odd. That could be a bad thing as: I don’t feel well at all or it could be a great thing as: I’m feeling on top of the world and that’s so unusual!
I like things that are a little off the norm. A little unusual. When I was a child, I used to look up into the sky at night and paint a picture of what my mind saw. Years later I learned about astronomy and the collection of stars that formed an image. I learned about the stories behind the stars and I was fascinated. So many people look up at the stars and see just stars. Those who study astronomy see something different.
I think those with open minds see so much more. They don’t see odd; they see unusual and fascinating. They see possibilities and opportunities. Labels are restrictive and limiting. If we judge based on labels, we may miss the underlying truth of the individual. Labels have a place in identifying but they are only a tool. Used properly ‘odd’ can be fascinating and incredible.
The world is full of creatures and plants that are considered oddities. They don’t fit the norm. Take a look at the platypus. I think it’s quite an adorable looking creature but it is odd. It is a mammal that has a beak like a duck, a body like an otter, webbed feet, lays eggs and the males have ankle spurs that are venomous. Then there are plants that eat meat. It only seems fair since plants have been eaten by animals from the beginning. Pitcher plants regularly eat insects but they have been known to digest the occasional rat or shew. Does anybody remember Day of the Triffids!? Human eating plants take over the world. Yum. Now that was odd and not in a good way.
One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. One person’s odd is another person’s inspiration. Being odd it’s simply being yourself, an individual. I have been called odd and I liked it. It means I’m not like everybody else and that makes me special. Just like you.
To paraphrase Emily Dickinson—
I’m Odd! Who are you?
Are you – Odd – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Normal!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
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I love that Barb!! It describes you so well and it’s describes me exactly the same way. She did have a way with words.
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I have often heard remarks aimed at me that begin with “you know, most people…” and I always smile inside. Happy to be an odd duck.
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Being an individual makes us stand out but unfortunately most people can’t see the difference.
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This is very YOU, Pamela…So original…I too do not belong to the myriad sheep on the planet and am happy to be different now and then! How boring to all think the same. I also do not understand black and white people (NOT a racist remark, far from it) – life is shades of grey. Vive la difference! x
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Life is the varying shades of the colours of the rainbow. I’m just happy to be a part of it.
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If we each didn’t have something odd about us, people would pass us by as though we were invisible. Our differences/oddities are what make us unique, one from another. Our oddities, quirks, peculiarities are what make us who we are. And the “odd” about another person is what draws us to them.
You are my oddball friend and I love you for it!
Ginger
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From one oddball friend to another: Damn we are fine!
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Forgot to comment on your tree trunk! What an incredibly odd face! It’s so odd it’s beautiful. Some might think that’s an odd choice you made, but it really is the perfect choice!
Ginger
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I have looked at this tree for years and depending on the angle, you can see a lot of faces. That’s so describes life I think.
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I love your perspective and thinking, Pam!
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Thanks Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Pam.
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How could I have missed out colour, Pamela?! I used to love painting with water colours. Should pick it up again… x
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When you can no longer resist the temptation you will create such beauty! I look forward to seeing it.
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I love this, Pam. Isn’t it funny how some will take a word and give it just one meaning when there are myriad possibilities? Odd is a perfect example. I’m good with being odd if it means I’m also interesting 😉
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You are definitely interesting Dale, in the most wonderful way!
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Aww shucks. Thank you! 💞
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So spot on, Pam. Let’s hope the value of the individual is never marginalized out of the equation. Because labels truly are a dubious thing, when used without context.
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Too many people rely on labels as the only way to judge. That is unfortunate.
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It’s really sad. I’m thankful to be odd. It’s a badge I wear proudly.
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I like odd too. Super post, Pamela
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Thanks John.
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What an odd post! And the title is so odd too! 😂 🤣
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I think it fits me perfectly!
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Perfectly odd dear lady, like a masterpiece. It isn’t one till an odd stroke is portrayed within it 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋
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I too, am odd. 😀
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