Aspirations of 'normal'

“I just wanna be normal!”

Bruh, why? Look around at these mfers.

[enter my inner snob of prose]

I see a sea of bright nuclei, shrouded in mostly pear-shaped husks. So disrespectful of, yet paradoxically subservient of their flesh. Some kissing that sweet sweet aluminum brandished with swirly white letters on red. Holding the marketing trophies of the newest deadly white carbohydrate substance, or the anti-boredom box represented by a certain fruit, facetiously branded it seems.

A comfort-seeking creature, shifting from shelter to shelter of distractions, primed to panic at the right buzz. Willfully ignorant, difficulty viewed as but a remnant of a lesser, historical past.

Perhaps in a lapse of otherwise constant noise, silence enters the mind and thoughts begin to form - unbeckoned and unwelcome - blasphemy! Boredom is Sin! Fear, panic set in, oh no, YOU’RE BORED!?. God save you.

[snob exits]

Seriously what is the fixation here? Is this normal you see - truly an enviable existence? What do you see looking around instead? If my vision of such is ill-willed, how then, is yours not equally naive?

So why bother yourself with the measuring stick of the median, desperate bleets for an embrace from average. As far as I am concerned - to be normal is to be in dire need of help. Eccentricity the norm - a word that should be left without meaning. Another time perhaps, I will look for the words to describe a healthy social acceptance, as I believe one does exist. But a technology-enabled, geographically and philosophically agnostic, blatantly materialistic average among the worlds’ billions is a foolish end.

My inner monologue oft quotes Krishnamurti on this: “It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society”