Who am I to say anything about normal?
Who am I to say anything about weird?
Where my life is normal is uncertainty for that girl from my science class.
Where my life is weird is normal for someone else.
And what even are weird and normal?
Of course, I could look it up, but, that would just give me a definition.
I don't need a definition.
I need perspective.
For me softball in the spring is normal.
For someone else, it might be soccer.
For me soccer is unfamiliar.
Why did I have such a focus on being "weird" as a kid?
Was it because I knew I didn't quite fit in?
Or because I didn't want to?
Who was I to say I was weird?
Who is to say anything is weird?
Certainly not me, I mean, I had about as normal of a childhood as you can get.
I grew up going to church.
I have a little brother.
I have an active imagination.
I was innocent.
I still sort of am.
I was only "weird" to the girls who are now pregnant.
Or high.
Or smoking.
Or drinking.
Or burying their faces in stupid pictures on their Instas instead of something more mentally engaging before school.
So who am I to say anyone or anything is normal?
Who am I to say anything is weird?
Who am I in general?
