What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’, and what’s not…

What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’ and what’s not…

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I was thinking to myself the other day-Now this could’ve been a couple of days ago, or it quite possibly could’ve been a couple of years ago…’the other day’…usually refers to a day in the ‘recent past’, but to me, it’s just

γ€°some other day other than todayγ€° πŸ€“

So I was thinking…the other day, that I was a little different. A little different from the happy days socially desirable housewife who cooks and cleans and irons and smiles her way through a perfect welcome when everyone comes home from work and school.

I reflect upon this often and ask myself regularly why I don’t seem to have the emotional energy for the vacuum cleaner, or the ceiling fans or the window sills. Sure, I give them attention from time to time, but they’re about as important to me as those little dust collectors I’ve accumulated over the years that stare at me everyday from my mantle piece, begging to either be noticed, or put out of their misery and thrown to the bottom of a deep pit.

I ask you, does it make you a shmuck if your hobby is to stare out the window, rather than clean it?

I don’t know the answer to this question, however I suspect it’s subjective nature would welcome a myriad of colourful replies.

I found myself living ‘the day after’ ‘the other day’…and I was enlightened by the wisdom of a great man.

He said-πŸ’¬

“You know there is actually no such thing as normal or average. Those things only exist in books. There is only YOU and Me and Fred and Mary…and normal is total bollocks, and thank God this is so, or we’d all die of commoners disease”

So I’m not going to box myself in as ‘normal’ or ‘abnormal’ or “bent” or “misbehaved” or anything else that has a dreaded name or label that perpetuates expectation or lack thereof, and I’m simply going to call myself Nicole.

It is what it is…

Right?

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9 thoughts on “What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’, and what’s not…

    1. It is because, it is actually harder to be your true self than not-one opens oneself up to judgement. This is counter intuitive for some-avoiding the whole pain thing. Thanks for your contribution Barbara… and I am not always myslef, although I try to be.

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    2. It is because, it is actually harder to be your true self than not-one opens oneself up to judgement. This is counter intuitive for some-avoiding the whole pain thing. Thanks for your contribution Barbara… and I am not always myslef, although I try to be.

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  1. Right!! I love this post, Nicole.
    I had to smile when you talk about the windows. I live in a house with a lot of windows, and when they are perfectly clean and shiny, the birds hit them. I love birds and I can’t stand that thud, it distresses me for the poor creatures. So I don’t keep my windows spotless. My point is that there are unexpected and profound benefits to looking through a window rather than contantly cleaning it to perfection. πŸ™‚

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    1. I’d love to live in a house with many windows, wow. Although the unfortunate demise of the birds would certainly be disturbing. Good on you for leaving them a little less than perfect, for an extremely worthwhile cause! Thanks for your words ❀️

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