As I get older, the inertia to get weirder is difficult to resist.
I wouldn’t call it “weird”. I find as I get older I’m tending to not give a damn about more things, accepting my (and others) idiosyncrasies and faults (finally). I’ve always had a hard time performing niceties; I tend to ignore insincere “How are you”s and pseudo acts of politeness, and it’s always getting me in trouble; however, it also can make someone’s day a bit surreal, I suspect. For example, in reply to the tiring “How are you?”, I may say “My nose is itchy”. Why not?! In a store I sometimes ask the clerk what they think of what I’m buying: “Ever use this toothpaste? Do you think it’ll really make my teeth whiter in 14 days? What’s your most expensive toothpaste? Just wondering.”
It ain’t “weird”. It’s fun! Interesting! Right.