Normality is a well-paved street;
it is good for walking, but no flowers will grow there.*
I’ve always thought normality was overrated and still do.
It’s just not that interesting to me. At least not FOR me. Which is sometimes a surprise to people who meet me because I look normal. I had a normal enough career. A lot of my life looked, well, normal.
But no, not normal.
The price you pay
You may suspect this and I’ll confirm it: People who are not normal pay a price.
Sometimes, others don’t “get” you. So they don’t like you.
Sometimes, your independence is threatening.So they might try to take you down.
Sometimes you have to hide some of who you are.Because otherwise, well, the price would be higher.
There are things about me that I trust very few people with. A handful, if that. Someone I trusted like that once betrayed my trust. I don’t see her anymore.
You’re probably intuitive
When you’re not normal, very few people actually take you in–the whole of you.
I always know when people don’t get me. They might pass judgment on something I say. That’s the quickest way to identify them.
I usually know when someone gets me, too. Sometimes it’s unspoken. Or sometimes they say just enough for me to recognize that they get me.
Someone doesn’t have to be like me to get me, either. One of my oldest California girlfriends is totally normal but she totally gets me. My late girlfriend was totally normal and totally traditional. But she got me, too. It can be lonely if you’re not normal. What a gift these two women are and were!
Some of my male friends get me, too. But most of them aren’t exactly normal.
Come to think of it, normality could be the problem with my family. They’re normal, I’m not. When I was in my hometown the other month one of my very favorite cousins pulled me over to him and whispered in my ear, “We’re two of a kind, the black sheep.” Yep. Probably true. I didn’t recognize him until later in life but once I did…what a relief to have company in the flock! I’d thought I was the only one.
Well, I don’t have more to say on this subject. I was just sitting at my computer, sleep deprived, looking at the image above, and thinking about Burning Man and how I feel about normality. This is the result.
Feel free to comment on any of this.
*The quote is attributed to Vincent Van Gogh. Who knows if he really said it.