so i went to handle some business today and it just turn out to be a total mess. i thought about injuring myself today but i kept it to myself. I’m not suppose to do that but we were on the road. i just wanna be a normal person. i don’t like the thoughts and feelings i have some times. they can be scary. i just don’t wanna accept that part of me.
I think trying to force ourselves into a definition of normal is wrong. This is *one thing* that is not “normal”. It is only one thing. There should be no need to change all of us, all of ourselves, to become this “normal” people talk about. What is that, anyway? Watch prime time TV? Go here or there on certain days of the week? I am beginning to think we suffer because we’re different in more than this *one way*, but try to change *everything*. I will continue to be “abnormal” as long as is it is still in the ways that I can love myself. Let someone see me ankle deep in the local creek digging for stones in the sand, let them see me singing out loud on the street. These are the ways my mind expresses its’ love of life, and I should not be ashamed.
We’re all “quirky”. I guess the trick is to stop punishing ourselves for being so, because it is simply how we’re built, and that part, too, we need to love ourselves, and not rely on others to do it for us.