It is arguable what one would call ‘normal,’ because normal is always subjective. Yet, we strive for it without realizing the complications or the boundaries we’re expected to uphold in order to preserve the illusion.
For now, my normal is being able to think and write without guilt or restriction, though restriction, once again, is subjective. And I understand, my normal might look completely abnormal for someone else.
Perhaps we are all ‘normal,’ hiding behind the secret of just how far from normal we truly are. Who am I to argue that’s not normal?
This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and eighty ninth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – NORMAL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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I’m so glad you wrote this post, Vinitha! This has been on my mind for so many years…each of us construe our own unique “normals” and so many of our differences come about because we cannot reconcile this fact that we’re all different, even if we belong to the same family.
Learning and accepting this truth is maturity, I guess! 🙂
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What IS normal, anyway? Each has their own normal that could be way different from the world! I like this post, Vinitha. An honest opinion about normal, which is actually just an idea, not reality, no?
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I’m just back from my hometown and this rings so true. Normal is so different in my home here than in my moms. That’s even stranger considering they’re both my homes. I think all of us construct our own normals.
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“my normal might look completely abnormal for someone else” That’s so very true! I was going to share observation based on similar lines Vinitha. Here it is: Pahadi Log (The Mountain People) – Manougata
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