the problem with normal

There are some labels I can handle, like "scatterbrained" ('cause it's a fact, at least sometimes), or "crazy" ('cause that's what the voices in my head tell me!), along with a wide variety of others that are far less flattering. But one I've never been able to tolerate being lumped under is "normal". Even the thought of being considered "just normal" makes me me fume inwardly.

In fact, have you ever known someone who was flattered when referred to by that term? I haven't. It seems most people live their lives trying not to fit that designation. Oh sure, when you were very young being normal was seen as a special blessing (one that wasn't passed around to all of us). God favored you by making sure you didn't have any "weird bits sticking out", making sure everything was palatably packaged. Oftentimes you were possibly glad to fit-in even if it meant disappearing behind someone else's glow for awhile. But as you grew and matured, you felt the need to break away from the pack, and showcase your individuality. The operative word here is showcase, since the need to be recognized for being unique and gifted became imperative, even if it earned you more critiscism or name calling, like "peculiar".

Actually, the word peculiar has taken on a sort of brillant little halo for me, whereas the word normal will, in my opinion, always equal "random", "boring", and "generic". Does that make me weird? Hahaha! Then that makes me very happy! ;~)

So at this moment I'm thankful for every odd glance I've gotten, every curious remark, and every quirked eyebrow. Let's remind ourselves at least for today that being different can be a very goood thing!