We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

Fulghum’s line reframes romantic “compatibility” in deliberately comic, humane terms: everyone is idiosyncratic, and intimacy isn’t the discovery of a flawless match but the recognition of a livable fit between two sets of quirks. By repeating “weird,” the quote normalizes difference and suggests that love is less an idealized state than a shared practice—an agreement to inhabit each other’s oddities with affection rather than judgment. The punchline—calling this “mutually satisfying weirdness” ‘true love’—gently satirizes grand romantic rhetoric while still affirming the real tenderness that can grow from acceptance and mutual ease.