I’m a little weird.
I like to think of myself as this amazing, ethereal being; with more knowledge and wisdom about day-to-day activities than I like to disclose.
In truth I’m no more amazing than a seagull with a bad hair-do; and no more ethereal that a musk stick that someone has sucked on.
I’m older than my years, but younger than I let on.
I drink too much coffee, and try to equate this with ignoring my alarm in the morning.
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
Edith Sitwell (1887 – 1964), Taken Care Of ,1965