Healthier than I Would Care to Admit

Normalcy is boring. No, really. Who in their right mind would want to live a normal life? I literally cannot understand a more useless way to spend one's time, than in the attempt to be...*shudder cringe vomit*...normal.

Now, you may be ready to tell me that there are "lots of ways to be normal". I refute your claim. There are not "lots of ways to be normal". What's normal to one person won't be normal to the next; for instance, my friends all think it's weird that I don't wear underwear to bed. I think that they're all crazy. So I guess, in that respect, there are lots of ways to be normal, because everyone sees their way as what's "normal". But because there is no universal Normal, it doesn't really count. Normal can only exist honestly in one individual at a time.

I don't understand why one would want to try to be "normal", because it's never the "normal" people who do the spectacular things. To be spectacular, by definition one has to be impressive. One has to make an impression. One cannot make an impression on people if they are exactly the same as those people. They would just kind of smush together in total agreement, more or less losing their individuality. Maybe it's narcissistic to want a life that isn't quite the same as anybody else's. But that narcissism only exists if that person wants that life solely for attention and/or other personal gain. On rare occasions, there have been known to be people who do things for the sake of others, for the sake of betterment, for the sake of they have to and don't know how to stop. Innovation happens because somebody thinks of things in a different way. Art moves people because it presents an idea to them that they had never seen from exactly that perspective before, or could never adequately express themselves. Even if it starts off as one person seeing things differently, that has the potential to inspire others to create beautiful, thought-provoking, unique things. Any things. Whatever things they want. Things that nobody knew could exist except for that one person. 

I make a conscious effort to be bizarre. I have a problem opposite to any teenager from any high school film created in the history of Ever. Only being weird doesn't count if it's forced. Because being honest is more important than being anything else in the world. So I guess what I'm saying is make sure to let your strange bits fall out of your ears and into plain sight. But also don't get jealous over other people's weird bits. And don't make weird bits out of paper mache and try to pretend like you just found them there, sitting in your ears, completely by accident.  

We've all got "weird" inside of us. I guess the "weird" people are just the ones who have relaxed long enough to let some of it out. Or maybe they create it in larger quantities. Or something.