Q, when thinking of this little letter I am drawn to thoughts of people in lines waiting patiently in a queue how very British. If you have read my M post https://talesfromtedium.wordpress.com/2013/04/15/m-moan-day/ then you may be aware that being held in a queue is not something I find myself grateful for. To queue however is better than to be held in line, that just makes me think of waiting to be shot or arrested. I have no experience of either but today it seems that the tangent bus has taken my thought process, or perhaps my genius is just being held in a queue.
Queer moments of contemplation have surrounded my post for this letter. I have pondered the possibilities of posting on Quince, my father gave me a Quince tree when I moved into my house at Poole. We planted it outside the backdoor, it blossomed well and produced enough fruit to make jelly. I was pleased with that but i do not think that will be my Q word for today. Nor will the Quay, a place Dan and I wandered often while we lived in Dorset enjoying the sea breeze while looking at the bikes that road up for Bike night.
Q has raised questions and for this I am grateful. Questions are the first step in the process of gaining knowledge to finding answers. I wondered about quaint traditions but no matter how much I tried I could not be grateful for Wassailing by next year I hope I can be as I am determined to take part in this most local of customs.
No, today the Q of choice is quirky. I would rather be seen to be quirky than normal and am grateful that many of my friends are quirky too. Perhaps we have made our quirks the new norm … I must stop this for the questions are putting me in a quandary.
The urban dictionary defines quirky as 1:
|something that is strange/not normal but cool|
Perhaps I am too old for cool now, my teenage son certainly thinks so and my mother well when she thought I was going to have pink hair with purple streaks (a moment of sarcasm) she informed me in no uncertain terms that as I was “Approaching middle age” I should perhaps “think of a more mature” style…
Alternatively the second definition the urban dictionary gives is
|Unconventional, surprising, odd.|
Now this I can live with, ok so odd has connotations of a less than positive manner but who cares, only normal people would and to be normal is highly overrated. I can tick unconventional, I might just tick surprising and go and get the purple hair dye. The quirks of the individual should be celebrated no matter what their age.
So from a quirky middle aged 30 something, I bid you good day. I am not too shy to admit that my Q post has been brought to you by questions, quandaries and queued thoughts but through it all I am grateful that I did not quit.
*Quick after thought. I would like to express my gratitude for Quaint tea shops also, for two reasons 1, to prove to mother there is a hint of maturity in my thinking
2, they sell cake ! Quite possibly the best reason to be grateful!