HEY, FIND YOUR WEIRD. BY DYLAN HINES

Donald Trump will go down as a top five president of all time. Okay, now that you’ve clicked on this blog let me reassure you I believe nothing I said back there, but look, you’re here, at my blog. Let’s begin… I am weird, I dress weird, I dance like a 6-year old boy who has yet to come to understand social cues and for some reason I chose to leave the pleasant suburbs of New York City for an Ohio bubble surrounded by optional stop signs, drive through liquor stores and heroin. See when most people think of what’s outside this gorgeous campus they note the cows, the corn and the abandoned gas stations. But no screw that come on,  just like we’re encouraged to find that “second right answer” we should look for what others look past.

Okay maybe the reason I stayed away from the cliche farm examples is because I live on a farm back home. There I said it. Yeah, we have farms in Connecticut. We also have soccer mom’s who will throw fists an opposing team’s coach, 4th graders walking around with their new iPhone 7’s and EVERYONE has a love for that Thursday morning paper to see which 18-year old high schooler was caught smoking weed in the grocery store parking lot. I mean listen, Ohio gets hate just as much as Connecticut does, most definitely for different reasons. So embrace the hate, find your weird and stand out like my buddy Cole who hit his high school growth spurt in the 5th grade. I hate, with a passion, settling for what first come to mind.

WHAT MAKES ME WEIRD:

1. My love for wearing women’s sunglasses
2. The fact I am starting a t-shirt company strictly based around Sloths
3. My relationship with my adopted brother
4. My relationship with my adopted donkey
5. That formality associated with my texts messages
6. This blog
7. My inability to ever have normal looking fingernails
8. My ability to embrace my unibrow
9. My secret hope Donald Trump will go down as a top five president all time

Hey, find your weird.