“Normal”

Normal is a word I don’t really like. Simply put, I don’t know what it means. If you gave me a piece of paper and told me to define it I honestly wouldn’t be able to.

Plus, being called “normal” as a person is a borderline insult these days. Nobody wants to be called that. It has developed a bad reputation. In that sense, I guess the way I see normal is being ordinary, bland, regular. Normal technically just means being in the norm, being common, typical.

But if thats the case, then what is the norm? That is where it gets complicated. Normal for me is different than normal for you. I don’t consider myself normal, but then again I don’t think anyone does.

And I hate when I tell people that fact: “I don’t think I am normal”. It gives off the wrong vibe. People seem to think that saying that means I think I have a problem, or worse, that I am of low self esteem or depressed. None of which are currently true, I just mean I think I am different from a typical 20 year old guy.

So, how do I say this? How do I determine I am “different than a typical 20 year old guy”? Well, if you wanna find out yourself, it depends on how you differentiate people. Here is how I do it. Maybe you can relate.

The way I ultimately define people, if I am to judge them generally, is by the goals they set for themselves, the things they put value in.

I don’t always understand what people are trying to achieve, and sometimes I do understand, I just don’t know why. I have met countless people that had made it a first class priority in high school to get laid. 16 year olds putting a night of sex ahead of everything. And I still have plenty of friends like that. I don’t care personally, I hate trying to interfere with other people’s lives. On the other side of that coin, though, I have met people who made it their goal to simply be happy or content. Those people line up with me.

If you were to ask me at any point in my life, what make main goal was/is, I can assure you that it will always be the same answer: to be happy.

No, I am not depressed. I just mean it honestly: the number one most important thing to me in my life is happiness, and it always has been that. I realize there are other things in life that need attention, like college degrees, making money, nice cars, a nice house, etc. The reason many people seek out those materialistic things though, I find, is ultimately to be happy. However, in my mind, happiness comes from within. Happiness isn’t what you have, it’s what you make of what you have. Honestly. That statement is 100 percent true.

Every once in a while, stop what you’re doing, ask yourself “What am I aiming at?” If you do this enough, over time, you will become much more efficient at actually getting to the goal you desire.

Thanks for reading

Luca DeJesu, 3:28 AM

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