Normal. Seems to be the way of my life right now.
I really don't have much to say. Nothing special is going on, nothing out of the recent ordinary today in any way.
It is just... normal.
How I dread that word. Normal has been the ultimate goal of mine and the bane of my existance simutaneously. In some ways, the word 'normal' is a good thing, such as, "I want to feel normal again" or "I wish I had a normal body." In other ways though, it is a vile thing. Normal is boring. Not that all excitement is good, but the idea of normal brings with it ideas of bland, bleak nothingness.
I've always viewed myself as "not normal". Practically anything that I do can be described that way - I somehow doubt a normal person experiences nearly as much physical pain as I have. A normal person doesn't move so frequently in one's life, a normal person doesn't have as many difficult decisions. At the same time though, a normal person never experiences the same thoughts as I, the same feelings, the same joys, the same physical tolerances, and the same outlook on life. All in all, I've always felt that being "normal" in every way would be extremely overrated, and enjoyed the tag of "weird" upon my existance. If given the choice between having to deal with all of my problems, thus being weird, and having none of the problems or extras, thus being normal, I wouldn't hesitate to remain in the weird.
Maybe I did have something to say after all. I just needed to say something.
I always seem to need to say something as of late, but I never know what to say. Everyone seems to have that - I guess that is normal.
Normal sucks.
It is just... normal.
How I dread that word. Normal has been the ultimate goal of mine and the bane of my existance simutaneously. In some ways, the word 'normal' is a good thing, such as, "I want to feel normal again" or "I wish I had a normal body." In other ways though, it is a vile thing. Normal is boring. Not that all excitement is good, but the idea of normal brings with it ideas of bland, bleak nothingness.
I've always viewed myself as "not normal". Practically anything that I do can be described that way - I somehow doubt a normal person experiences nearly as much physical pain as I have. A normal person doesn't move so frequently in one's life, a normal person doesn't have as many difficult decisions. At the same time though, a normal person never experiences the same thoughts as I, the same feelings, the same joys, the same physical tolerances, and the same outlook on life. All in all, I've always felt that being "normal" in every way would be extremely overrated, and enjoyed the tag of "weird" upon my existance. If given the choice between having to deal with all of my problems, thus being weird, and having none of the problems or extras, thus being normal, I wouldn't hesitate to remain in the weird.
Maybe I did have something to say after all. I just needed to say something.
I always seem to need to say something as of late, but I never know what to say. Everyone seems to have that - I guess that is normal.
Normal sucks.