A word I have struggled with most of my life is the word
“normal”. Simple enough word I know, but so hard to define in the context of a
life. What’s normal to you? Many times I felt like I was chasing normal. Other
times I ran from it. Occasionally I aspired to be normal only for the simple
reason of wanting to be left alone. Even if you keep to yourself and don’t
bother anyone not being normal leads to recognition and this isn’t always good.
People fear what they don’t understand, even if it’s something as insignificant
in the grand scheme of things as a hair color, a t-shirt, or a desire to be
quiet. Bullies love to target those who aren’t like everyone else, those who
stand out in some way. In my life I’ve spent so much time just trying to be
invisible or incognito but there is a delicate balance there. I want to be
invisible but I still want to be me. Sometimes being me means being seen.
In a better world, normal would be nothing to aspire to be. Everyone would be able to figure out who or what they want to be and then just do it. There would be no pressures to conform to and more importantly, no judgment if you don’t. In fact, in a better world there would be no normal, no arbitrary standards. I know that’s asking for a lot, to live together in a global community of individuals who had to the ability to accept and embrace differences. With good intentions, we’re taught to always find similarities and to build off of that. Think of all the ways we are the same. For the purposes of connecting or finding starting points to a connection, there’s great value in that but that doesn’t mean we have to be 100% the same. I always find individuals so much more interesting than the pack, always have. I’ve probably learned a lot more from them too. It’s a huge reason why I’ve always been so attracted to art. Art tends to attract people who don’t always follow the crowd.
So should everyone be weird as possible? Well first off, everyone is weird to someone else, it’s subjective, but to answer the question, no I think people should be themselves… whatever that means to them. I know I’m an odd duck but compared to what? We’re all different in some way. Not everyone is 32 flavors, some are just one or two and that’s okay. Acceptance and respect for each other would really benefit us all. It’s a two way street. The person who is 32 flavors shouldn’t condescend at the person who is 2 and the person who is 2 shouldn’t treat the person who is 32 like they are a freak. Maybe washing our hands of normalcy is a way to get to respect and acceptance. I’m not normal… I’m Edwin.
The covid years really brought the word back as we redefined normal, in some good ways, some bad ways I guess. I got so sick of the term “new normal”. The problem with all of it was that it wasn’t a choice, it was forced change and many people don’t respond well to those. Scared people forced into massive changes are going to cling extra hard to what they know. They’ll fight to protect the status quo and in a lot of circumstances, this happened with unfortunate results. It was all in a desperate attempt to return to normalcy.
Being normal became just being able to leave the house
again. It meant dining out again or going to a show. As an introverted homebody
who has dealt with a lot of fears and health issues the past few years wanting
to be normal is going to bed at night and hoping for no discomfort or pain.
Wanting to be normal again is wishing I can walk like I could before all the
spinal issues. For a long time trying to be normal was wanting to eat a
reasonable portion of food and being satisfied with it. Sometimes things like
those are what wanting to be normal is. I have days where I wish I could be
more normal because it might make things easier. Then I have times where the
thought of normal repulses me. It truly is a balancing act. Mental health can
make that balance more dramatic as well. As I said at the beginning of this;
sometimes I am chasing normal. Other times I am running away from it. I think
of the words of Val Kilmer playing the role of Doc Holliday in the movie
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