Pfft!
Every time I think of “normal” all I see is a husband with a steady,
suit and tie job, two kids (a boy and a girl), and a nice dog that never bites
the mailman, all living in a little white house, surrounded by a little white
picket fence in suburban, neighbor-wants-to-give-you-diabetes hell.
Again, I say: Pfft!
Society tells us not only to accept
normal, but to be normal.
This year, two of my sisters got married. I won’t go into the details.
I still love them, but I feel like they’re in a world completely different from
mine. I see through the glass above me towards their lives, but can’t find
anything to make them fall back down into mine.
ALSO: What in the world is up
with all those stares?
I’ve read a lot of books in my time that mention the “sacred language
of lovers” and all that bullshit. But, come on! What person in her right mind
would think she would be witnessing the actuality of that phrase? Sometimes, I’m
a hopeless romantic who swoons when she witnesses the endless love between two
people. Other times, I’m a raging, cynical curmudgeon who doesn’t want to see
the sacred language displayed in my own living room. Regardless of what I think,
lovers are the normal ones, even if the couple I’m referring to can be abnormal
at times.
Come to think of it, society isn’t the only one that says couples are
normal.
Nature does.
The survival of our species relies on fertile couples to produce
screaming, slobbering babies. I feel like I’m window shopping for a puppy
whenever I see a baby. Sometimes, I go, “Aww! I want one.” When they start crying
and wailing in a decibel you wouldn’t expect someone so small can hold, I feel
like I should be wielding a cross or something and shouting, “Back, demon! Back
to the pit!”
Maybe my idea of normal (working, learning, writing, reading, etc.) isn’t
what society wants, but that’s what I’m giving. After all, I’m sure there were introverted
Neanderthals that spent more time drawing on cave walls than searching for a
mate. I just happen to like drawing on cave walls more than searching for
Prince Charming. Plus, with the way they’re always remaking things in
Hollywood, I doubt I’d know him when I saw him, provided I even took a second
to divert from whatever I’m doing.
"Aren't you afraid to be alone?" I hate this question. Honestly. If I wanted company, I can always call up someone and chat away for an hour and a half. I did that recently. How can someone be alone in an over-populated world? That brings to mind another thing: I’m not too worried about the survival of this species...well,
population-wise, anyway. There are over 7 billion people on
this teeny tiny planet. So, ha! You can’t use that reasoning on me! Neener! Neener!
Normal.
Pfft!
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