The Comfort Inn

You know that weird kid that's in everyone's group? The one that is just plain weird all around. They even stand weird!!-- Well I am that weird kid. I even started to introduce myself as weird, kinda like a disclaimer. Being weird caused me to realize that I do not know how to comfort my friends. I just stand there like a fucken weirdo and put my hands awkwardly on there back. I even call myself a weirdo in my head, "Hey WEIRDO say something!" I desperately want to crack a joke, so they can crack a smile. But that ounce of normal I have in me knows it is not the right time. I just blurt out the common comfort phrases... I even say the weird!! I grew up with a pat on my back and telling me, "to get over it kid." That phrase prevented me from relaying comfort confidently. It made me a weirdo...