So, I’m weird. You might have gathered that from the title of this post, or maybe you already knew that. But yes, I am weird. Reallllly weird. Ok, not like the kind of weird where you collect decapitated Barbies or various hairballs coughed up from different cat breeds. But just the kind of weird that makes a little space between me and everyone else. You know that feeling? Maybe it is partly my introvertedness, or my overexcitabilities, but I’m just sayin’. Yesterday I went to an event, a half-work/half-leisure event. The drive there is usually an hour. This time, there was a lot of traffic and I wound up having to drive two hours just to go to this event. From the moment I got into the car