Oddballs

When I was a kid, we played a game called “oddball”.

You sat in a circle and looked around and found what only one person had going on.

For example, “Maggie is the oddball, because she is wearing red sneakers.”  ”Mary is the oddball, because she has long sleeves.”  ”Mike is the oddball, because his nose is pierced.”

You get the idea.

There wasn’t a winner or a loser.  No one’s feelings got hurt (And I was a HUGE crybaby).

It was merely a game of observation.

Most people on earth have brown hair and eyes.

Look at the person sitting next to you.

They are unlike anyone else you know.

They may look like their sister.

They might sound like their mom.

They may get their math ability from a rare mutation.

The point of the game was that everyone was the oddball.

You never said, “Genevieve is the oddball because she is breathtaking beyond all compare.”

It was, “Genevieve is the oddball because her shoelace is broken.”

Never, “George is the oddball because he is People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive.”

Nope.  ”George is the oddball because he sat in gum.”

It was trivia, but at some point, every single person was the oddball.  It meant that the Genevieve’s of the world got brought down to life size, and the gal who always got chosen last in gym class got equal time in the spotlight.

You couldn’t oddball yourself.  Someone else had to do it.

That’s probably why feelings didn’t get hurt.

Law of the jungle.

Point out my acne and I’ll announce your b.o.

But notice me.  See me.

See my dimple.  My freckles.  The color of my eyes.

Remember me by the things that made me different.

Because it takes all 7 billion of us, to express the image of God on earth.

And just a deeper look to find it in the guy who sat in gum.

 

 

Comments

  1. Today this game would be called bullying and we would have to hold a class about tolerance and acceptance of others, without pointing out what we were supposed to be accepting.

  2. That’s a pretty neat game. While reading it, you made me stop and look at my husband who is quietly watching TV.

    Then I looked at me.

    We’re both oddballs in so many ways. Which is good and the way it should be. I always say, “Thank God not everyone is like me.”

    And btw…Jennifer is right in her comment. We’re too busy in today’s world noticing what is wrong instead of what is right. She nailed that.

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