Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with exploring the concepts of pronoia (the belief that the universe is conspiring to shower us with blessings), quiety (serenity) and peace – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply delightful-to-me words.
Q is for…
quoz: an archaic word meaning strange or absurd thing or person
I’ve been thinking lots about strange and quirky people and things. I’m always drawn to the eccentric, the eclectic, the beautifully odd, and I’ve been wondering about that lately.
Part of me recognizes kinship with those things – I’d have a hard time denying the long list of eccentricities I embody. Part of me wants to full out encourage every single being on this planet to be as authentically strange and/or absurd as they possibly can be if it’s a reflection of who they are. It hurts my heart and leaves me quite sad when I see so many people bending themselves into unsustainable pretzel shapes, trying to be who they aren’t. Trying to live up to some expectations others have of them, or that they themselves hold as necessary. There are plenty of people who do this for decades, some for their entire life, and it’s so clear and so obvious they’re not who they are really are. They’ve become a shadow, a false self, a pretender in their own life, and for what? To be accepted? To not make waves? Because someone else’s opinions/needs/demands are more important than their own? It seems quite crazy to me.
I’ve also been thinking of this in terms of something the late John Cage wrote:
“I am trying to check my habits of seeing, to counter them for the sake of greater freshness. I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I am doing.”
I think one of the most unhelpful and stifling things we do is keep repeating ourselves, through our habits, our behaviors, our thoughts, our patterns. While it’s comforting and easy, we are in effect re-creating what’s already been, even if we’ve energetically moved on.
And that’s where a quoz – something strange and absurd – can be so helpful. Shake us out of our ruts, our automatic patterns, and invite in freshness. I think our brains and hearts need that.
Perhaps that’s why I’m quite fond of beastiaries – there’s nothing like a strange fantastical animal to get one wondering.
What do you think? Ready to embrace the strange and absurd as rocket fuel for your own expansion? Delight in quoz or are repelled? Think of yourself as eccentric? Do tell – you know I love to hear.