Am I being a weirdo?

This has to be the most frequent question from myself to myself, at least when I’m not safely hidden in my safely hidden room. I guess I am being a weirdo sometimes while other times I’m not – nothing weird about that – but the mere stubbornly persistent presence of the question makes it more than obvious that I am in fact a weirdo, more or less successfully pretending not to be one.

I like to think, though, that a weirdo with a camera is a whole different category than an ape-type, barehanded weirdo. My sophistication level… shit, it’s quite remarkable.