As I sit here, pretty much half asleep and bored.
I begin to wonder about things, this has never led to good things in the past (or to good spelling and grammar), so that would usually stop a person wouldn’t it? Well, not me. For as you see, I am not a normal person in any form. I have strange eating habits, my musical selections generally draw the ire or at least a strange look from people when they hear a song they don’t know, don’t like, or a combination of the two. Probably the closest to the “norm” I become is my parents, in that we live a quiet “normal” life.
So this leads me to a question… What really is “normal”?
Is it owning a home in a small town, or is it living in the apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan? Does our society dictate what is “normal”? Hell if we all lived in TV we would either live in pristine neighborhoods, the perfect apartment in the big city, or in that white-picket fence. Is normality dictated by what foods we eat, what music we listen to, what TV stations we watch, the latest in gadgetry? That is debatable, when one’s perception of normal can be so radically skewed from one viewpoint to another. Which is the inherent problem with subjective terms such as “normal”. What is normal for one, is never necessarily normal for another.
And I think i’m just going to end it there.
