Identify the Freak In This Picture

Take a look at this photo from my best friend Janna’s end-of-the-school-year party in the summer of 1966. Can you pick out the freak? It’s really very obvious – to me, anyway.

1966 birthday party

There we were, a bunch of seemingly normal thirteen-year-olds from Riviera Elementary School sitting in the sunshine in Janna’s Southern California backyard, a short walk from Redondo Beach. I remember the warmth of the sun on my skin. I remember Janna’s older brother Clay – tall, blue-eyed, blond, and yes of course a surfer, standing behind us. I was actually acutely aware of Clay’s presence that day, as I was on all days at that time in my life. I had SUCH a crush on him and therefore I was terrified whenever he entered the room or came outside when Janna and I were hanging out. Come to think of it, he came into her bedroom practically every single time I was over, I swear – almost always with some horribly dorky joke – a pun, gahhh – or a riddle to tease us, or sometimes with an offer of food. Sometimes Janna and I would venture out to the kitchen for a snack and there he’d be, leaning casually against the kitchen counter eating ice cream and milk with a spoon from a tall glass, or spreading avocado onto a sandwich.  Clay tried to teach me how to throw a basketball once. What a disaster. I was shaking so much that I’m sure I appeared to have a palsy.  I dribbled slowly and deliberately as if mentally challenged, and I tossed the ball into the air like a weak old blind man. Yes, I was unnerved, but it might be that I was also just a tad challenged when it came to balls and sports. I no longer have the palsy if I try to play a game of one-on-one, but to this day I still dribble and throw like shit, as my daughters will gaily attest. I remember knowing – not wondering, but knowing – that he surely was thinking, “God she’s terrible! She looks ridiculous! This is boring! I really wish she’d go home.” Of course Clay gave no sign whatsoever of any ill will toward me – all those negative thoughts came from straight inside my own head.  It never once occurred to me that maybe Clay was interrupting us and hanging out and wasting his time trying to teach me how to make a basketball fall through a hoop because maybe he liked me.

No. Absolutely not. Not. A. Chance. In. Hell.

But back to the freak in the picture. She’s right there in the center of everything. Here’s the photo again, with a red arrow to point her out to you. If you’d been there that day, you wouldn’t need the red arrow. You’d be able to spot her all on your own. Because if you’d been there that day, you’d be in the picture, and if you were in the picture, you’d know who the freak was, because if you were in the picture, the freak would be YOU.  Yes, YOU – living inside the burning hell of your 13-year-old life. Didn’t we all feel like the freak way back then? So the freak in the picture is the 1966 me, feeling as obviously different and out of place as if the big red freak arrow was hovering above my head 24-7. Yup.  If you’d asked me then who’s the freak in the picture, I would have wailed, “Can’t you see it? Can’t you!?!”

freak photo - Riviera days

Aren’t we glad and grateful now for the many years we’ve lived since we were 13 and the wisdom that has settled into us from all of our ups and downs, our hard knocks, our surprising discoveries, our moments of stark clarity (usually in hindsight of course), our triumphs, and our grief? And aren’t we glad for one of the most  wonderful lessons we’ve learned along the way – that if we’re feeling it – whatever “it” might be – then guaranteed there are others who’re feeling it too? We are women graced with age, and we know stuff and understand more, and above all we have found out that if we share ourselves with other women, we find that we are not alone. Hallelujah.

Except. Except… are we totally free of the freak within us? Are we really? Have we used our wisdom to give ourselves permission to try and do and BE who we want to be? Or is there still a voice living inside whispering “freak… FREAK” when our thoughts stray to the dreams we have, the “Oh, I wish I…(fill in the blank)” that we’re prone to sigh when we think of things that we did not, could not, or cannot do?

Does the did not, could not, and cannot come from inside you, from your vestigial freak? Are you still withholding permission to step forward into your future – I mean YOUR future – consciously, confidently, and with conviction? Do you still not believe in your right to seek whatever it is that you would seek, were you free to become the ME that you always wanted to be?

Ask yourself.

Janna, Clay, and Ann
Janna, Clay, and me – standing under a bright blue sky, a freak in our midst

2 thoughts on “Identify the Freak In This Picture

  • November 10, 2014 at 4:07 pm


    I’m seeking it right now, sitting next to my husby of 2.5 years in a Starbuck’s in Grass Valley and reading responses to Writer Advice’s Scintillating Starts Contest. Would it be tooting my own horn to say that I created the contest? It helps me see how many talented writers out there. My thanks to all of them for having the courage to follow their dreams and to you for encouraging people to follow their hearts.

    B. Lynn Goodwin-Brown
    Author of You Want Me to Do WHAT? Journaling for Caregivers

    • November 17, 2014 at 10:15 am

      I’m so glad that you are, Lynn – and based on your story on the homepage of your site, I’d say that you’ve been seeking to express your real ME all of your life. You’re a role model!


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