Everyone’s a FREAK. Everyone. You know it, I know it, and the world is better off for it.
Everyone has a strange interest/obsession/adversion that makes them a unique entity. The interesting part is discovering what it is about the people around you. Maybe it’s bedroom stuff. Maybe it’s their monkey paw collection from 5 continents and dating back to the second grade. Maybe its something so quirky that it makes you love them more.
Carnival food is one of my milder obsessions. Corndogs, Funnel Cake, Giant Turkey Legs, what’s not to like? This weekend is Smyrnabration, a carnival for singles 21+. In addition to carnival food, there will be giant stuffed animal prizes, a massive twister game, and a speed-dating ferris wheel. Those of you who know how freakishly efficient I like to be, can understand the allure of speed dating. I’ve always wanted to try it, and when am I ever going to get the opportunity to spend 5 awkward minutes with a stranger trapped in a cage 3 stories up? If he’s cute, awesome. If he’s notsomuch cute it’d be hillarious to spout off wildly unattractive stories about myself and my monkey paw collection. What could be a better time?