Considering the company we keep, my husband and I have a pretty wide latitude for what we consider "weird." Actually, we consider weirdness the people who perpetuate the appearance that they have perfect lives (i.e., drive a nice car, have a beautiful home), but in reality they are utterly miserable working 60+ hours a week at jobs they hate, their relationship isn't even civilized, someone is cheating on someone else, someone is on antidepressants, the other person has a substance abuse problem, the kids are flunking out of school and in therapy or juvenile detention.
Whose weirder, the person who is happily living like a slob, or the miserable person living in a beautiful home?
Whose weirder, the person who is happily living like a slob, or the miserable person living in a beautiful home?