One things I love about Instagram is how it enables you to connect with amazing creative people through the medium of photos.
I am so grateful to Instagram as it has allowed me to meet the very talented Adelise M Cullens who describes herself as a ‘hugger, writer, reader and lover of colourful hair’.
Her Instagram feed is fab, deliciously dark in places, colourful and it will make you smile. She’s also on Wattpad and her dark fairytale ‘Between Lost and Found’ is a little bit special.
When she agreed to write me a guest post I was so thrilled I did a series of little star jumps, followed by an uncontrolled cart-wheel in my lounge (for noting – I never did like the vase which connected with my fluffy slipper, during the rotation of my pyjamas legs).
So, here she is – Adelise M Cullens!
Embracing Your Inner Weirdo.
I think it is safe to say that not all weirdos are writers but most writers are weirdos. We spend the majority of our time daydreaming or writing our daydreams down. We live in mostly fictional worlds. We write things down that are so personal, so intimate, and then we want to share these intimacies to the world. And most of us don’t even like people or socializing that much. Our introverted little minds cower in panic when we are forced into interacting with people.
I don’t know if being weird is something that you are comfortable with or maybe you haven’t even completely realized that you are different yet, or maybe it is something you have wrestled with for a while. But I want you to know that it is okay. I am here for you and your strange, delightful little black soul.
Hi, by the way, I’m Adelise M Cullens. I’m a writer and mother and all round crazy goth artsy chick from Australia. Lucy is part of my Instafamily, and has kindly asked me to infect her blog for a little while. Hopefully, this won’t be the last time we collab … #winkwink
I have always struggled with my weirdness. I have too many memories of being called names and constantly reminded that I am different. My brother once came to me when I was about 10 (he would have been 20 at the time). He pulled me aside and told me that I had to stop annoying his girlfriend so much.
To give you some background, I don’t have sisters and I didn’t have many friends. My brother had the same girlfriend since he was 14, so I had known her for a long time. I used to look forward to coming home and going and talking to her about my day. I had even bought her a friendship bracelet … oh, poor, sweet, stupid past Adelise. How naive you were! She didn’t want me coming to talk to her after school anymore. His girlfriend didn’t like the way I spoke, she didn’t like me calling her Jo-Jo (her name was Joanne), she just … didn’t really like me. I was too much. Too annoying. Too weird. They are married now. She still thinks I’m a weirdo and so does he. But it’s okay, I’m not big on them either… #siblingrivalry #bloodisthickerthanwater #cantchooseyourfamily
School was not much better. Boys would bark at me when I would walk past. Girls didn’t want to be my friend. I would get teased for my name or my skin or my hair. Then, one day, I found out that I wasn’t alone. Yes, I was weird. I was too full on. I was nerdy and off with the faeries… but there were others out there like me. I was weird but that, for the first time, was not a bad thing.
For a time, I think I tried to pretend to be normal, but it didn’t last long. I just did my weird in secret. For years, I wrote without telling anyone. I drew in books I never showed anyone. I read books I didn’t talk about. But now, I’m an adult (not in my head, but legally I’m able to buy wine and drive) and I can say confidently, and on the online for all to see, that I am a freak. I’m a weirdo. (*breaks into song* What the hell am I doing here?) I’m different and I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks.
As writers and artists, it is our weirdness that brings a different angle to our work. And it is our weirdness that brings us together. Us, with the strange Google search histories. Us, with knowledge on fictional languages that serves no “real life” purpose. Us, with the rainbow hair and the flowery words and thesaurus-like vocabularies and the need for enough coffee to kill a small elephant.
I look back sometimes and hate on my bullies, but then I wonder if I would be as weird as I am today, if they didn’t do their damage. I probably would be. I would probably still be weird. But either way, I’ll never know.
I am who I am. You are who you are. If you are a weirdo, wear that shit. Be proud.
Express all those eccentricities. Don’t hold back. Let your weirdo flag fly and spread the love to the other weirdos. #weirdowritemore
For more Adelise check out her site or look her up on Instagram. She’s fab!
Thank you Adelise – you did me proud! What a great post!