Normal is subjective. Normal is relative. Normal is something I hope I’ll NEVER be. Normal is one of the worst names you can call me. To me, normal is boring, conformist, and un-original. It’s everything I AM NOT.
Some people spend thousands of dollars and countless hours of their time trying to be normal. They want to feel normal and look normal. They want to be a carbon copy, cookie cutter image of everyone else.
There is beauty in being unique-in being YOU. Why strive to be something you’re not? Why do so many people want to be an artificial dress up doll in a society of cutouts?
There is truth in honoring how you feel and what you believe in. There is freedom and joy in following your own path. I refuse to get in that line of sheeple, those “yes men” and head-nodders. I will not wear what mass media spews over the airwaves. I will not agree with the masses and hold my tongue when everything in my soul screams, “NO, that’s a LIE!”
These are excerpts from something I recently wrote:
“I’m not your pearl clutcher,
not your Stepford Wife…
I don’t want no part of
your cookie-cutter life..
No grey sedans
Gonna shave my head
Dye it Cherry Red…”
Oh, and YES I DID!
Reposted from Diary of a Middle-Aged Misfit