What is normal? I don’t like to think there is a set standard definition for “normal”. What’s normal to me might not be normal to anyone else.
I was just thinking how bizarre my life seems to be compared to a normal life.
Normal being, people have “careers” not just jobs, or a job in their “ career field”, they have real relationships where your with some one for longer than a month or two and pretty soon moving in together, marriage, family, pets. Generally happy.
Why is that so hard for me. Is it because I don’t believe in normal? Am I normal and that description is really the bizarre? Is it because I have an idea of what normal is, yet I don’t think normal should be anything, so really I don’t I’m not sure what I think of normal?
Maybe I’m still just trying to figure out where I fit in when I should realize that I do fit in and I’m being who I am, and I’m right where I belong. Ah ha!
Is it that easy? Maybe. I guess I feel like I’m 30years old I should have some clue.
I like my job. I love where I’m living currently. I’m content where I am at in my life at this moment. So why am I thinking about normal and bizarreness? What does it matter if I’m happy?
I guess I’m just realizing that what I feel is a pretty bizarre life is actually pretty normal. Whatever that means.
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