Have you ever wanted to be thought of as eccentric?!
Question: How did you go about it? can you give me some tips?
Answers: How did you go about it? can you give me some tips?
I've always wanted to avoid being identified as an eccentric, but I've given up now, and am glad to share my secrets:
1. If there is a weird way of doing something, go for it (like feeding the cat by serving a silver platter as you approach on your knees, singing a monotonous, Egyptian high priestess style hymn)
2. If people expect you to respond, do so in a manner that will totally weird them out (e.g., start every sentence with "The voices inform me")
3. Wear clothing that's just a bit too much, tastewise (I like bowler hats)
4. Develop a strange tick or habit (polishing your glasses on peoples' shirt sleeves rocks!)
5. Put an abbreviation on your name tag or business card that's definitely out of place (e.g. "H.M.")
Nope, it just happened. When you get older, people start to think you are weird anyway. You could start by collecting cats.
Wear strange clothes, do strange things, and act weird too.
I'm a little eccentric, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
it would help if you have some sort of amazing talent that way people might think youre weird but are forced to respect you for your abilities, so try finding that first THEN be as weird as you want and make lots of money!
Never wanted to, but I think some people see me that way. I'm just me, so I can't really tell you how it happened. I guess it just came naturally.
yes, chiefly on P&S. acting wierd and funny on here is great fun, and when i dj, my array of goofy props gets people laughing, which is a way for them to participate. at my shows, newcomers either think i'm insane or they salute my bravery for wearing a Dolly Parton wig with an old lady church hat, as an example.
Dance to the beat of your own drummer....do anything you want. being eccentric is something that comes naturaly...if you try to be a certain way it doesn't seem sincere.
Here is a poem I have carried with me for years...it says it all!
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.