Part of the beauty of this vignette is the spirit of innocence it transmits, not just in the person of Weird Al many decades ago, but also in his classmate Patrice who apparently cherished that little drawing not just then but well since.
Most of us who felt normal feelings of inadequacy during adolescence should thank God we grew up then and not now - think of those poor kids with woke parents today, kids whose clumsiness and discomfort in such venues gets them sent to hack shrinks who too often are likely to take a guy like Weird Al, explain that his confusion is a reflection of a likely gender dysphoria, and prescribe estrogen treatment followed in the most extreme cases by self-mutilation.
I’m glad to see that Weird Al has had a lucrative and satisfying career - he’s brought joy to his fans over a long period of time, and apparently even as a goofy teenager he learned how to channel his talents into bringing joy to others. Good for him.
I also met him personally after a concert. His performance was flawless and filled with gratitude. He is a consummate showman, fully disciplined, completely engaged with his fans, filled with the charity of Christ, and deserving in every regard of the utmost respect. His physical endurance was astounding. I wish him the utmost success in whatever he does.