"Normal"
Tonight was supposed to be another night out with the group at Krazy Daves. Danelle, Amy and I had a wonderful day. We got D's hair fixed, had a nice lunch at the Whistle Stop and then had a fun shopping trip to the mall where we got our Blanche, Danelle, a silver initial necklace very similar to the ones that we have.
After getting mom some dinner and taking the good Dr. I headed out to the bar. Everything started out well. Even Roger a "dayshifter," came out to hang out with us. Normally, that would have been grate but tonight turned out disastrous.
Let's just say between a guy that couldn't keep from scratching his balls, several drunken fights that erupted from incidents that people we were with started, aforementioned nut scratching guy hitting on two people in our group, a love struck med student, and then two sober people babysitting like 8 drunk ones, the night was horrible. Even after all this the night wasn't over. I had to take Matt the med student home. Normally, I would not have minded this at all, however, tonight he was emotional because of the "breakup." He really is genuinely upset and hurt by what has happened between he and Amy. I know what it's like to be in his situation but I also know all too well what it's like to be in Amy's situation.
Matt and I had like a three hour talk before I finally went home. He let out some things that I'm sure he now feels better about and I also vented a little. It was therapeutic for both of us.
This morning as I lie here and bed, writing this and trying to fall asleep I'm thinking some of the feelings that I've been keeping inside and didn't really realize it until my little talk with Matt earlier this morning. For one, when we say we wish we could just be "normal" or that we have so many "issues" what is it that we think is "normal"? Do we honestly think that there are people out there with very few or no problems? After our conversation I'm convinced that normal is just a term that we use against ourselves to make us feel even worse than we already do because "normal" ,as we think of it, doesn't really exist. Although our neighbor or classmate may look normal he or she has just as many issues that we have. They may not be the very same, but they are issues none the less. I'm not normal because I have commitment issues, self esteem issues and issues with past relationships. Some of my friends, who I thought had live all figured out, have mental issues, suicidal thoughts, family issues, and pasts that haunt their every day lives.
Next time I start to feel sorry for myself or get in one of my "moods" or start to have somewhat of a little attitude because I'm not "normal" because life has thrown some little obstacle in my way, I'm going to remind myself that normal is relative. Normal is relative and someone else's situation, even though it may look to be under control, can always be worse.
After getting mom some dinner and taking the good Dr. I headed out to the bar. Everything started out well. Even Roger a "dayshifter," came out to hang out with us. Normally, that would have been grate but tonight turned out disastrous.
Let's just say between a guy that couldn't keep from scratching his balls, several drunken fights that erupted from incidents that people we were with started, aforementioned nut scratching guy hitting on two people in our group, a love struck med student, and then two sober people babysitting like 8 drunk ones, the night was horrible. Even after all this the night wasn't over. I had to take Matt the med student home. Normally, I would not have minded this at all, however, tonight he was emotional because of the "breakup." He really is genuinely upset and hurt by what has happened between he and Amy. I know what it's like to be in his situation but I also know all too well what it's like to be in Amy's situation.
Matt and I had like a three hour talk before I finally went home. He let out some things that I'm sure he now feels better about and I also vented a little. It was therapeutic for both of us.
This morning as I lie here and bed, writing this and trying to fall asleep I'm thinking some of the feelings that I've been keeping inside and didn't really realize it until my little talk with Matt earlier this morning. For one, when we say we wish we could just be "normal" or that we have so many "issues" what is it that we think is "normal"? Do we honestly think that there are people out there with very few or no problems? After our conversation I'm convinced that normal is just a term that we use against ourselves to make us feel even worse than we already do because "normal" ,as we think of it, doesn't really exist. Although our neighbor or classmate may look normal he or she has just as many issues that we have. They may not be the very same, but they are issues none the less. I'm not normal because I have commitment issues, self esteem issues and issues with past relationships. Some of my friends, who I thought had live all figured out, have mental issues, suicidal thoughts, family issues, and pasts that haunt their every day lives.
Next time I start to feel sorry for myself or get in one of my "moods" or start to have somewhat of a little attitude because I'm not "normal" because life has thrown some little obstacle in my way, I'm going to remind myself that normal is relative. Normal is relative and someone else's situation, even though it may look to be under control, can always be worse.