He hasn’t missed a PLAY in a Jets game in 30 years.
He comes over and goes right for the Fritos. And walks around the house with them.
He texts me just to tell me that he loves me. That’s weird. And I love it.
Gary is one of my close friends now. Weirdos seek each other out. And we stick together once we find each other.
Being a weirdo has worked out well for Gary. He operated 7 lemonade stands by the time he was 8. He retired from lemonade retail at 10 and turned to baseball cards. He was a New York Times and Wall Street Journal best-selling author by the time we was 35.
You’re probably thinking two things: (a) how am I friends with James; and (b) there is no way James could be successful.
James is one of the most successful and content people I know. I wish I spent more time with him.
He was a world-class champion chess player. He made a fortune in the hedge fund business. And he is a prolific investor and writer.
James was one of the first people I spoke to about Buddy Media. He had recently sold a startup of his own, Stockpickr, to TheStreet.com. I wanted him involved.
James invested. And made a lot of money. Most Normals would never have invested in an app company built on a college social network started by a husband and wife team whose most recent company was selling golf stuff.
Paypal seemed like an even weirder idea when Peter founded the company, which was eventually sold to eBay for $1.5 billion.
Buddy Media was just weird enough for Peter to invest personally.
Speaking of which, I just saw Peter earlier this month in Austin at SXSW. He barely recognized me, which is cool because we haven't spent that much time together.
Come to think of it, he still hasn’t said congrats or thank you for the amazing outcome. Only in Silicon Valley, the home of weird, can you make someone a few million dollars in less than 5 years and not even receive a simple thank you.
If someone made me a few million bucks, I’d donate $100,000 to their favorite charity. Or name my next born after them (as long as their name wasn’t Herbert or something like that). Or maybe write a thank you note, at a minimum. Actually, I'd probably just send a text. But maybe I'm not weird enough.
Am I upset? No. Because I understand where Peter comes from. He’s a weirdo. Very smart weirdo. I love him for it and we need more Peter Thiels.
Gary, James, Peter, Cindy and other weirdos I know share a few common traits that propel them to reach their full potential.
Weirdos see the world as a blank slate for them to paint their masterpiece. Forget marching to their own drums. They make up their own instruments. Forget thinking outside the box. They don’t see boxes. They see circles and horizons and trapazoids.
Weirdos don’t see anything as impossible. Anything is possible. Just give us enough time.
Weirdos are contrarians. They think differently and act even more differently. Normals try to fit in. Weirdos stick out without really trying.
Weirdos aren’t driven by money. Money is a destination. Weirdos are all about the journey.
Weirdos don’t care what others think. They only care THAT they think and want to change HOW they think.
Weirdos come in all shapes and sizes, colors and countries. And they're not new to the tech industry, or industry in general.
Weirdos thought it made sense to get on the Mayflower from England to settle in a new land.
Weirdos thought we should get rid of slavery.
Weirdos insisted that women should also have a vote.
The world would suck if it weren’t for weirdos.
Instead of trying to get our kids to fit in, we should help them celebrate why they are different.
Let’s start to teach kids to embrace weird. Weird is good.