Lowering The Bar: Memoirs On Defining Normal

Lowering The Bar: Memoirs On Defining Normal

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All my life, I tried to be normal, but the end result was always the same: a severe case of awkwarditis. You see, it's a very life-threatening disease, oh and I mean social life. But, a few years ago, around the same time I turned twelve, I had a realization: I'm not normal, and neither is anyone else. Therefore, I decided, I should not try to be something that I am not. I should embrace my inner self, and greet it with kindness, rather than slam the door in it's face. That's when I gradually began wearing bright colors, graphic t-shirts with baby animals on them, and my rainbow converse. Yeah, I got weird looks at first, but eventually they stopped. Sometimes I even got compliments on my new 'style'! Since then, I have learned to always be myself, no matter what anyone else thinks, says, or does. These are the lessons I have learned in the past few years on lowering the bar and defining normal.
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[UNEDITED || SLOW UPDATES] " Y-You don't understand, you never will, I see, hear and feel things that aren't real! I have these random urges to do things, dangerous harmful things. The-there are voices in my head calling out to me, i-it tells me to do things. Every morning I wake up, I wake up wishing that I was normal, just somebody normal. Is that too much to ask for ?" She wished to be normal, pretended to be normal. That's what it is with pretending, when you begin to pretend you begin to believe. But, in this pretense she had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to be normal, she was supposed to stand out. She was supposed to be DISTINCT. ____________________________________________________ THANKS FOR GIVING MY STORY A CHANCE!

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