Sometimes I feel like i want to be normal. Or I should be normal. But then i think, what is NORMAL?
It brings me into contemplation, deep, deep in the dark forest of the mind.
And i found, a light bulb inside my head. Normal is just another term of Acceptable. So, being normal means being accepted. When i want to be normal, i have to be accepted. Or acceptable.
Why is it so important to be accepted?
People often try so hard so just the others can accept them. Sometimes it makes them suppress themselves, their opinions, just in order to be fit in the society. So that they guarantee that there's always a place for themselves among people.
But acceptance can not always be defined as good or bad, right or wrong, because it involves people and their perceptions. When people have the same or (agreeable) perception, they accept something. Otherwise, things are just unacceptable. Yet. What if some people have different perception? And what if their perception is good or right? Just because they are different, it makes them unacceptable and then considered as abnormal or freak?
It brings me into some kind of conclusion that being accepted (therefore considered as normal) is not always a good thing.
I often think that this world (or the people?) demands me to be normal. To be just like everyone else, to do and to think like everybody does. Sometimes it's just hard to be me, to have my own principles, to just be..different. Is this world that i live in a dystopian world? Like the one i read on the book.
Maybe it is, because sometimes it feels like there are invisible repressive hands that try to control people. Of how to socialize, to think, to behave, or even just to be...human.
That makes me shiver. I don't want to be socially accepted if i have to be some kind of droid, wandering around, run by some kind of program just in order to be normal. In a world where people have to and/or want to suppress themselves, alter themselves just to fit in, i want to run.
