I like weird people

“I like weird people, the black sheep, the odd ducks, the ones who don’t quite fit in the places everyone else seems to belong.

I like the ones who sit quietly, watching, thinking, while the world rushes past them. The ones who see things differently, who ask questions no one else dares to ask.

The eccentrics, the artists, the dreamers, the people who paint outside the lines. Not because they can’t follow the rules, but because they know the rules were never meant for them.

The loners, the thinkers, the ones who refuse to let the world tell them who to be.

Their souls are unshaken by the crowd.

Their kindness is quiet, but unrelenting.

They carry stories in their hearts that most people wouldn’t understand.

And maybe that’s what makes them beautiful.

Not their strangeness, but their truth, the way they remind us that being different isn’t a flaw, it’s a gift.”