My great uncle was always put down and picked on. I absolutely adored him for his quirky personality. You just couldn't put him in a box. I'd like to say I am too.

I believe it is me because i'm a loner. But they know that i've always been that way. When everyone was outside at family gatherings chilling and relaxing i'd be indoors in my own little world reading a book somewhere. So they call me the Black Sheep 👎

It's me. I knewwwww it

Typically "that" family member is a manipulative mother in law or the we*rd uncle with questionable political views and an eye for his nieces.

My family is a bit different though - "I" am maybe the we*rd one because I do not drink.

My step mom at one gathering was like, "...h0ebag doesn't drink" in a tone like I am Auntie Gertrude who has her nose in the air and carries an umbrella and a French poodle.

I am definitely the weird one and they don't want me lol

Well so much for that secret.

🤔 I just like fish

that actually extends to my community. I'm that person in the haunted house.

I am the weirdo, most definitely.

Oh I'm def the black sheep 🙂‍↔ hahaha

We have a couple of weird ones.

The drunk aunt and the pilled up uncle that ruin all the get togethers😅

My whole family is made up of the weirds

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I wouldn't call TeriAnn weird, she was more emo strange, a bit tiched in the head.