Everybody is Weird - Reclaiming My Quiet Truth Through My FADE TO BLACK Soap Bar Collection
- kevin sean
- 1 day ago
- 5 min read
For years, just navigating the external world resembled bracing against a hurricane. The grating collision of sound and the utter bodily fatigue of camouflaging to meet standard societal molds sunk right into my bones. I dulled my perception just to manage the crushing burden.
I developed the FADE TO BLACK soap bar collection: STAY GOLD, EVERYBODY IS WEIRD, NEVER SAY DIE, SINCERELY YOURS, USE MOROSE, and TEARS IN RAIN — as symbols, engineered for misfits like me. While crafting them, I drew heavily on the 80s cinema from my youth, anchoring every soap bar in motifs that struck a chord with my atypical mind: the chaotic transition into adulthood, the heartbreaking death of purity, the embrace of being different, and the stabilizing reality that our eccentricities are precisely what make us human. Each bar of soap captures a distinct feeling from these motion pictures: The Outsiders, Stand by Me, The Goonies, The Breakfast Club, Dead Poets Society, and Blade Runner.
Today, whenever I step into the shower or immerse myself in the bath, it acts as a soothing practice and a neurological reboot. The demanding, chaotic environment halts at the bathroom threshold. The suds deliver a silent, dependable, physical tether that literally scrubs off the draining demands of modern life, offering me a secure haven to shed the disguise and purely exist as my unvarnished self.
Presenting my FADE TO BLACK collection:
STAY GOLD
"Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold..."
Society naturally skews toward being deafening, harsh, and too much, requiring monumental effort to remain receptive and compassionate when the volume is perpetually maxed out. STAY GOLD, fueled by the unspoken, authentic connection in The Outsiders, serves as a prompt to guard my internal gentleness. It exists for those brief, still pauses when the chaos finally drops away, providing a physical habit that lets me retain my natural kindness without allowing a brutal climate to turn me callous. This goes out to kindred spirits who recognize my greatest gift is also my heaviest burden.
EVERYBODY IS WEIRD
GORDIE: Do you think I'm weird?
CHRIS: Definitely.
GORDIE: No man, seriously. Am I weird?
CHRIS: Yeah. But so what? Everybody is weird.
Operating as an intensely perceptive person usually requires burning vast reserves of stamina on acting "normal", attempting to bury the aspects of my identity that reject conventional categories. I frequently vocalize abstract emotions through grunts rather than speech, questioning myself moments later, "Did I just imagine doing that, or did everyone nearby catch it?" EVERYBODY IS WEIRD, drawn from the deep bonds and openness in Stand By Me, acts as a tangible memo to quit expressing regret for my method of moving through reality. It’s tailored for those hushed seconds of liberation when I recognize that my particular brand of eccentricity, my hyper-fixation, my profound compassion, my distinct cadence, my sporadic noises, are the exact qualities that render me authentic.
NEVER SAY DIE
"Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here."
Civilization operates on constant pressures that rarely consider how intensely I absorb information. Surviving humanity frequently resembles being trapped beneath an avalanche of stimuli and obligations never meant for my neurology. NEVER SAY DIE, sparked by the fierce devotion and underdog fellowship in The Goonies, centers on taking back my personal refuge. It stands as a physical cue that withdrawing, blocking out the clamor, and defending my tranquility is completely acceptable when circumstances seem impossible. Down here, within the stillness of my personal ritual, the clock is mine. It’s where I feel truly awake.
SINCERELY YOURS
“You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.”
The masses rush to slap tribal tags on individuals, particularly when they fail to grasp perspectives from the margin. It takes monumental exertion to convey what others consider basic ideas, striving to squeeze into the basic, easy boxes the public demands. SINCERELY YOURS, channeled from the unfiltered honesty of The Breakfast Club, was designed for that exact second I finally reach my sanctuary, lock the entryway, and turn off the internal interpreter. It’s a hushed, physical practice meant to help rinse away the draining pressure of outside projections, granting myself a protected zone to simply exist as the complex person I am at my core. Hearing my personal inner voice, rather than translating everyone else's.
USE MOROSE
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose."
The system constantly orders me to fall in line, unquestioningly swallow the status quo, and deplete my vitality merely surviving the rat race. USE MOROSE is built for those who experience everything at maximum volume. Stirred by Dead Poets Society and its urge to act with purpose, this creation isn’t concerned with screaming, messy defiance. It acts as a still, physical memo to peel away the draining dictates of peers and guard my personal bandwidth. If I choose to employ vocabulary you haven't figured out yet, the dictionary is always available.
TEARS IN RAIN
“I've seen things you people wouldn't believe...”
I suspect Philip K. Dick felt that compassion is the ultimate hallmark of humanity. When you possess extreme perception like I do, that compassion frequently becomes a crushing load to drag around. TEARS IN RAIN exists for those still, isolated stretches when I must retreat and digest everything. A moment to shut out the elation of others, the agony of others, and every single sentiment trapped in the middle. Spurred by Roy Batty’s sorrowful surrender of purity and his frantic clutching at existence, this soap bar isn't meant to cheer you up; it’s an anchoring, physical instrument to aid me in bodily realigning with reality when existence seems excessively deafening, overly euphoric, overly tragic, and fake. As Roy Batty ultimately observes:
"...All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die."
If you feel drained by the ceaseless clamor, the mandate to blend in, and the absolute bodily fatigue of keeping up appearances, I engineered these creations specifically for you. The FADE TO BLACK soap bar collection won't miraculously repair the grating society beyond your threshold or within your head, but it will grant you a steadfast, physical tether when you finally withdraw or arise for your cleansing rite.
I welcome you to dive into the collection and pick the soap bars that align with your distinct brand of eccentricity. Bring it into your refuge, start the shower, and allow it to literally scrub off the oppressive, standard-brained demands of your day.
You’ve burned enough stamina attempting to squeeze into someone else’s script. The moment has arrived to inhale deeply, smile if the mood strikes, even if the situation isn't humorous.
-Kevin Sean
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