Back when people got more than just junk mail and bills via the US Postal Service, I was a letter-writing fool. I loved to write to friends all over the country – and oh, the anticipation of receiving a letter in return! Sadly, those days are long-past. I don’t stalk the mailbox anymore because, really, City Utilities and Sprint just aren’t that exciting. But I do appreciate our modern-day equivalents to letters, things like email and social media messaging.
Wait, equivalents? No, sorry. There’s nothing quite like a handwritten note. So, okay, our modern-day…methods of correspondence? I guess that’ll work.
As I was saying, I do appreciate our modern-day methods of correspondence. Just like I kept a box for all my letters back in the day, I keep personal correspondence in my virtual inboxes. Occasionally, just like with the letters, I go back through the box and re-read the notes people have sent me…which is exactly what I was doing before I decided to write this blog post. In fact, I’m writing this because of a looooong chain of messages with one particular person.
I have this friend we’ll call Marvin. (As in, the Martian. Trust me; it fits.) I began corresponding with Marvin before I ever met him. He was one of those people who seemed to know everyone I knew and many I didn’t, and his very funny comments kept popping up all over my Facebook news feed. He was really kind of an odd duck, from what I could tell, but he had some depth. One day, I read a note he posted to a mutual friend’s wall, and I felt like he had, well, read my mail. So I messaged him, conveying my appreciation for his insight, and thus began a very encouraging and uplifting friendship.
Marvin is erudite and friendly, creative and quirky. His favorite color is tie-dye, and he has a penchant for purple socks and mannequin heads. (Perhaps best of all, he has a very firm grasp on the intricacies of proper English grammar and punctuation. This, of course, is a prerequisite for my true friends; I forgot to mention my unfortunate tendency to mentally “red-pen” any and all correspondence I receive. Marvin saves me time and effort. 😀 ) He is truly a unique person – and he’s quite comfortable to be one. Just watching him live out life as himself has helped me to become far more comfortable with my own weirdness. He loves people and accepts them as they are, and they, in return, gravitate to him and Mrs. Marvin (who is equally as cool).
Like any oddball, Marvin is sometimes misunderstood by the more “establishment” among us. I have seen his motives questioned when there was nothing amiss, and I have seen people put strictures on him that were ridiculous at worst, unnecessary at best. I can speak for his delightfully original character, though. Is he perfect? No, of course not. He gets his feathers ruffled for funny things (like all of us, quirky or not), he eats waaaay too much Tex-Mex (I heard he lobbied hard to have his most recent grandbaby named Chuy), and sometimes he speaks such fluent geek-speak that I have no idea what he’s saying, but he’s the real deal. You need a friend, he’s it. You need a unique perspective, he’s got it. You just need a hug – he’s good at those, too.
I want to encourage you to take some time to get to know someone you might consider weird or different. You may find one of the most genuine friends you could possibly have. At the very least, you’ll look at life from a different perspective, at least for a little while. Oh, and I also want to encourage you to comment on this blog – tell me about that odd someone you love. Unless, of course, you want to send me a letter. 🙂 In that case, PM me for the address, and be sure to include a SASE for a prompt reply. I’ll be standing by my mailbox, laptop in hand, waiting!