It’s quite a word, is it not: normal. I’ve spent a lot of years trying to decipher what normal is as it seems to change day to day, hour to hour, millennia to millennia. What in the doggone heck is normal?
Whatever normal is, I don’t think we’ve seen it for a time. It could be me as I am thinking while writing this. Ask my family they’ll say I’ve never been normal but who the heck knows what normal is. Waking up in the morning might appear to be normal, just like taking a shower or walking the dog on some type of regular basis. I can say with certainty only one thing about normal, it doesn’t exist in politics. You cannot be normal and be a politician.
At the same time it doesn’t exist in another country as most of them have different politics than we do here and some have not much going for them as they walk through their lives. Starvation might be normal in some places. But not forever, hopefully. Normal is not as normal does. Sorry, Forrest.
People who don’t know me say I look normal, old as dirt but, normal. At least the undertaker doesn’t keep taking my pulse! Yet, I feel normal so I guess I am? Or is it just a feint of time and place? A mirage, so to speak. Something that appears in front of you but when you get to it it isn’t there. Like a bank account. Did I spend all that? I can’t recall spending my hundred dollars.
Normal isn’t real is what I think. It is a cushion to rest your butt on while trying to think you’re not weird to others. Is that cake I just took normal?
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