“I just want to be normal.”
I used to think this a lot. I wanted to be like everyone else. I always felt like something was wrong with me and just wanted to be normal.
It’s funny, because for the people I really care about in my life, I’ve never once listed normal as one of their best qualities. I’ve never thought, “Gee, I love that they’re so average, so similar to other people.”
Of course not. I love their uniqueness. Their eccentricities. The little things that make them different. The things that make them special, even a little weird.
When I realized this about the people I love, I had to rethink my opinion of myself.
Maybe all the things that made me feel different were actually the very things that someone else liked about me? Maybe all the things that I wished were more “normal” about my personality or appearance were actually the things that made me, well me.
I slowly started appreciating that I’m not normal. I don’t want to be average or just like everyone else. I like the little oddities in my personality.
Now I can even appreciate everything I’ve struggled with. Everything that for so long made me feel abnormal.
Normal really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.