\u201cThe word normal sounds so abnormal coming out of your mouth,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In that very second, I got a flashback. A distant memory. But I was so involved in talking to her that I set it aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought about it after she went to sleep. She\u2019s right. I never considered myself normal, either. I found most of normalcy boring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What\u2019s normal, anyway? I drown myself in reading about singularities, distance shrinking at the speed of light, relativity, and so on and so on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I read and think deeply, none of it makes sense. None of it ever made sense. It wasn\u2019t supposed to make sense. That\u2019s why I was never normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The memory was of my childhood. When I went to school, at lunchtime, everyone got their tiffins out. We talked to each other, ate together, had a fun time. It struck me early how it\u2019s, quote-unquote, normal for everyone to carry tiffins. That whole idea baffled me. Not the part where we all ate together, but the fact that I had to carry something from home, sometimes even my favorite dish, then wait\u2014 and wait some more\u2014 until finally, a set time arrived and I got to eat it!?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stopped carrying a tiffin from a young age. I was never a big fan of cold food anyway. But that memory came back when we talked about being normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because normalcy has a tone to it. A repetitive, dull, tedious tone. It exists because there aren\u2019t enough questions asked. I asked that question pretty early: \u201cWhy can\u2019t I just eat at home and then go to school?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then I got hooked on abnormalities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m pretty abnormal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But normal is average. Who the fuck wants to be average? I\u2019d rather live life under constant pressure, with the world closing in on me, than settle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fuck normal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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