Oh, how I love your sense of whimsy.
The way you joined that couple trying to catch falling leaves by the carousel. The time you brought your rented flute to the cemetery to play for your great-grandmother. When you stopped to blow bubbles in the dark in that quiet little Illinois town.
You're taken with fanciful notions & you see them through. That's magical.
So keep convincing the kids' face painter at a party to give you a glittery paint job on your arm. Keep waving around a pair of tacos on the miniature train while reciting dialog from Willy Wonka as you go through the spooky tunnel. And keep pretending to scream lyrics so other drivers wonder what hard shit you're listening to when it's really the gentlest music imaginable.
You are weird & wonderful. It's an attraction.