Chasing Normal

I heard someone recently describe themselves as "not normal".
Well, hell.  I've been abnormal my whole life.  Truthfully, I'm not sure I even know what "normal" is. 

Ok, well, at least I don't
 look like a Picasso....

I remember spending a lot of my childhood trying to be "normal".  To fit in with the rest of the group.  Which is pretty damn near impossible when you look like me.  I've been over 6' tall since I was 12 years old.  I've grown into it, but at 12, I would've been most accurately described as "awkward looking."

But it's not just the way that I look.  It's the way that I think. 


I've always suspected that the majority of the people in the world don't think the way that I do.  It wasn't until later in my life that I found out that the way that I think has a lot to do with my being an addict and (in that subset of the population, at least) most of what I think is pretty common.  I don't know if my thinking is "normal" (in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not) but it's nice to know that you're not alone.

It used to upset me a lot.  I used to spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about it. 

The difference between now and when I was a kid is twofold.  First, I don't currently give a damn that I'm not normal.  Second, I've figured out that pretty much everyone feels that way.  Everyone's got something that makes them different. 

That said, for something so simple, it took me a long time to figure it out. 

It wasn't until my 30s that I figured out that I don't want to be like everyone else.  Which is good.  Because I'm not.

And in being not like everyone else, I am. 

Weird, huh?

Just a little mental gymnastics to get you warmed up for your day.

Are you normal?

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