Normal

Sometimes, I think I’d like to know what it’s like to be “normal.” I’m weird. I’m not even a cool kind of weird. Just weird. My brain doesn’t process or work the way it’s supposed to, I don’t think. I ask too many questions. I test boundaries and rules. I get into trouble. Then, I think about all those quotes from crazy people that say things like, “Just be yourself; to thine own self be true” and so on and so forth. One of my favorites was from Practical Magic (because I get all my best life advice from movies, books, quotations from people far more crazy than I am), that said, “Don’t strive for normal, child. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”

And then I think, “Yeah, I have courage.” And then, that courage gets me into more trouble. Why do I take life advice from people that haven’t lived my life? If they were watching me they’d beat me over the head and say, “No! My god, why do you keep doing these things? Just do what they tell you! You aren’t equipped to deal with the consequences of your actions. You aren’t that strong.”

Fake it til you make it. There’s some good life advice. I’ll try and fake being normal. There, now that’s some sound advice.

Isn’t it?

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