Weird? Check Yourself Out!

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They say she is crazy, weird, outrageous. But why? Is it because she does not mind wearing meat or bubbles or firey clothes? Or maybe because she can dress up as a man?

Maybe, it is because YOU think she is weird, and abnormal and outrageous. What told you that your thoughts are best and acceptable by everyone? You can continue thinking that she is whatever you think about her. But does it mean that she is that?

An example...

I could think that a person is rude and mean to everyone, but that does not meant that the person has to be that at all, maybe to me the person may behave mean, but then again, the person might be faking it.

Is everyone always what you think they are? No, they are soo much more and you know so little. A person might behave in a certain way, but that may be in front of you, or only in certain situations, it is not like you go around doing critical studies on that person and record each and every aspect of that person's emotions, behaviour, situation (if you do, let me know! I need a person to be judging me perfectly!).

Then comes in an aspect very important and more than anything very sensible! (it is also part of Sociology, and that is where I got the idea from!) You may think that she (Lady GaGa or the person you judge) is crazy (or whatever you think) but who said that your judgement is true? On what basis are you making the judgement? Is it like you have an absolute sense of perfection? But would not that sense be what you think is perfect? Like, I prefer my hair being long and shabby and that is the perfect way for them to be! but my mother thinks that hair like that should be snipped off immediately and perfect hair is short and combed! So who decides what is perfect? No one! Your definition of 'Perfect' would be something different from mine, and to even call someone something would be based on that idea of perfection, which might outright imperfect according to someone else!

This one is not only for Mother Monster, its for all those wrongly judged people, who are tagged everyday by those strange (I find them strange, you may not) humans who live in their own concepts of perfection.

Maybe, I too am not perfect, nor you, nor anyone, but is it so hard to accept people and their flaws, like we do ours? Or maybe it is the other way round. That we are all perfect in our own way, no one is wrong.

Tout est  Parfait!