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More weirdness. You know how they often pray (or perhaps used to pray) at sporting events. I never quite understood that. How do you pray? They often said that no one would get injured. That's good. But, do you pray to win? Whose side is God on, then? Of course, He's on my side, whosever side that is. See, it doesn't make sense. Weirdness, just plain weirdness.

Modern?

As I walked down the sidewalk with my wife, I pointed out the person in front of us and said, (you guessed it) "See? That's just weird!" I was talking about the "person" in front of us. Note the word "person" in quotes. That's important. It doesn't seem to matter whether they are male or female. Weirdness cuts across all genders, ages, nationalities, and societies. Weirdness is rampant. Yes, even when I look in my own mirror, the guy looking back at me is just a touch weird as well.

Case in point: Have you noticed the plethora of tattoos lately? Athletes seem to take great pleasure in marring their bodies with permanent markers. In fact, the other day I saw a commercial that was about removing the tattoo. What's up with this? WHY does anyone want a tattoo? It used to be reserved for the true "hard" people - bikers, lifers in either the pen or in one of the armed services, or at least the fringe, head-banging, black wearing, really (really, really) weird folks. They said that was "self-expression". Well, if everyone is doing it, where's the self-expression? I mean if everyone is doing it nothing sets you apart that makes you that much of an individual, right? I'm telling you, that's weird.

Think about it, if God would have wanted you to be marked, He would have done it for you. Remember "the good ol' days" when a mole was considered a beauty spot? (I'll never understand that one either.) I was born with a birth mark at my temple (side of my head, in other words). I was embarrassed about that most of my life. With age, it has all but disappeared. I can hardly find it now, but when I was young, it was very prominent. I hated it when people would make comments about it. It made me different. I didn't want to be different. I wanted to be like everyone else, or so I thought. Now, I'm not so sure I want to be like everyone else. I like my skin. Yet, the older I get the more unique marks I get without the aid of any tattoo artist. Just wait, the spots will come and, believe me, no one else has the same spot. You want uniqueness? You want something that marks you as different than anyone else? The spots will come without the things that are associated with tattoos. No risk of infection; no pain; no embarrassment over getting the name spelled wrong or having the wrong name all together.

See, you don't need a tattoo to be weird. Just hang with me. Think like me and that will be plenty weird!