Ketchup

Today, I want to bring up a subject that is important to me. That subject is ketchup. I like the taste of ketchup. Its tart-sweetness adds just the right zest to so many dishes. But, not everyone shares my fondness for ketchup. Rather, some think that the way I express my affection for ketchup is odd.

Last week, I had breakfast with a very good friend. We ate at a Hawaiian restaurant. The buffet included a delicious fried rice dish. Mixed into the item were bits of egg and sausage. When she saw me pour ketchup into the mix, she made a disapproving face. She followed that up by a disapproving comment. That is not the first time she has found my use of ketchup odd. I also enjoy my tuna salad with ketchup. She thinks ketchup and tuna is an even odder combination than fried rice and ketchup.

But, you know what? I like that it is odd.  I enjoy being a little weird. We all want to be special. We all want to be unique. Weird implies unique.

It is too late for me to become a rock star. I have no special talent in sports or the arts. One thing that distinguishes me is my set of quirks. My love of ketchup is only one of them. I do enjoy my weirdness. I also enjoy the quirks in you! Those are the qualities that make you special. As long as your quirks do no harm, embrace them. Because those are the things people remember about you. People might love them; they might hate them. But, they remember them. 

p.s. One place I will not put ketchup is on my hot dog. Ketchup doesn't belong on hot dogs.