Normal.
Something about being normal fascinates people. I don't know what being normal is, but there apparently is a definition for it. And I have come to find out that being normal has so many layers to it's definition too.
Hello there, I am the Earthian.
Apparently, even being normal is constantly changing. I mean, what's normal today may not be normal tomorrow is what I hear about it. And being normal has every aspect of life covered by it. There is a normal way to eat, normal way to walk, normal way to talk, normal way to mingle with people, normal way to express ourselves, normal way to portray ourselves, normal way to just live life. And the more normal we are in life, the more acceptance we would have in life. The more we are normal, the more friends we'd have, is what I've been told. I mean think about it, would you rather have a normal friend who wouldn't embarrass you by just being around you, or would you have someone who is, well, not normal, with whom you'd always be embarrassed being seen around with?
Not all of us are good at being the normal person though. Some of us are different. So different that we don't even know how to qualify our own selves. We are left to wonder if there is something wrong with us for we never ever seem to hit the normal mark of the scale. We are always either over it or under it. And apparently, being normal is the easiest thing to do. Like I often get told "just be normal". And I'll be like "Yeah, that thought never crossed my mind". I've spent more time wondering what's wrong with me that now, I am used to being the person I am. I am okay with whomever I am, however abnormal I am, however normal I am not, however weird I am and just basically who I am in every single way. But pretending to be one hundred percent painless when someone calls me out for basically who I am is just not worth it. It hurts a lot and that's why I keep my opinions, my thoughts, my stories to myself. It's not like I don't have any, it's only that I don't have many who would open their minds. And for those who do open their minds who are in my life, I am grateful, from the bottom of my heart.
With love, peace.
Hello there, I am the Earthian.
Apparently, even being normal is constantly changing. I mean, what's normal today may not be normal tomorrow is what I hear about it. And being normal has every aspect of life covered by it. There is a normal way to eat, normal way to walk, normal way to talk, normal way to mingle with people, normal way to express ourselves, normal way to portray ourselves, normal way to just live life. And the more normal we are in life, the more acceptance we would have in life. The more we are normal, the more friends we'd have, is what I've been told. I mean think about it, would you rather have a normal friend who wouldn't embarrass you by just being around you, or would you have someone who is, well, not normal, with whom you'd always be embarrassed being seen around with?
Not all of us are good at being the normal person though. Some of us are different. So different that we don't even know how to qualify our own selves. We are left to wonder if there is something wrong with us for we never ever seem to hit the normal mark of the scale. We are always either over it or under it. And apparently, being normal is the easiest thing to do. Like I often get told "just be normal". And I'll be like "Yeah, that thought never crossed my mind". I've spent more time wondering what's wrong with me that now, I am used to being the person I am. I am okay with whomever I am, however abnormal I am, however normal I am not, however weird I am and just basically who I am in every single way. But pretending to be one hundred percent painless when someone calls me out for basically who I am is just not worth it. It hurts a lot and that's why I keep my opinions, my thoughts, my stories to myself. It's not like I don't have any, it's only that I don't have many who would open their minds. And for those who do open their minds who are in my life, I am grateful, from the bottom of my heart.
With love, peace.
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