One of my favorite authors of all time is Chuck Klosterman, and I remember somewhere in one of his books he thanked his wife for letting him be weird. Because he's my boy, I totally knew what he meant.
The thing is, I am weird, and I love that I'm weird. To be normal is to be boring, or better yet, it is to be like everyone else; what people would expect you to be like. Now, I don't mean I'm full on crazy - I'm not wrapping myself in aluminum foil and yelling nonsense at pedestrians or anything. No, I just mean weird, and the worst thing in the world for a weird guy is to be totally not understood because then he's trying to be a normal, bastardized version of himself to suit those around him. I hate that watered down crap version of Dr. Ken.
On the other hand, the best thing in the world for a weird guy is to be completely understood, and then I can be that wonderfully goofy bastard that can just say messed up stuff that's actually kind of creative, if you're open to it. That Ken will leave a lasting impression on you at a party because he'll never bore with mundane crap; he'll entertain you. That's the Ken that I know and love, and that's the one I want to let loose upon the world because he's got a lot to say.
