You're not normal.
Tell me if you thought that was an insult?
I'm presuming you probably thought it was but the thing is...well.. you're not normal. You're extraordinary. You're brilliant. You're undefinable, unable to be summed up accurately by words. You are you, so why would you want to be normal? Normal simply fails to embody who you are because you're not.
That's the thing. You're not. If you thought you were then define what you think normal is ( do not check google). I hear on a daily basis people telling each other to be normal and I honestly feel like approaching them with a bucket full of peanut butter and just smothering it all over their faces. Unless their allergic to peanuts because that would be totally uncalled for and rude. I'm strange not a tyrant.
The truth is we're all just a little bit nuts. You're slightly nuts and I am too. That girl across the street is, that business man who looks like he's got his act together definitely is, that mongoose certainly is and that little old lady talking to her army of feline friends just might be on the borderline of insanity. But the point is we're all nuts.
We get angry.
We cry a lot.
We obsess over celebrities.
We dream way too much.
We hide our emotions.
We think too much.
We make weird sounds that may replicate that of Chewbacca.
We dance a lot.
We eat way too much sugar.
We actively avoid people in supermarkets and hide behind granola boxes.
We say weird stuff.
We may talk too much.
We try too hard.
We feel pressure to do things when we shouldn't.
We write crazy stories.
We draw random things.
We sing out of tune and at the top of our lungs.
We feel left out some times.
We're not normal.
We're all just a little bit nuts.
That's completely and utterly ok.
I'm not saying you can't be normal (whatever that is). I just don't think it does you any justice. The next time someone tries to tell you to be normal and you don't want to be: you walk right up to their face, you stare at them and then you creepily walk away murmuring something resembling that of a witches spell. Wait what? Let's try that again.
You walk up to them, stare them right in the eye, ask them to define what normal really is and you wait for an answer. Then you walk away creepily murmuring something resembling that of a witches spell.
I'm going to be as complex as I want to be. Who is with me?
This became something of a weirdly inspirational post but as Doris Day once said, "Whatever will be will be."
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