just a thought: #11
by iren monkey
i have this weird affinity towards damaged goods. i can’t get away from them. it’s like i have this magnetic attraction to these people because i have a burning desire to restore their faith in humanity…i suppose it’s because i don’t have this said-faith. if that’s the case, it can’t really help the situation because i, myself, am a self-professed member of the Damaged Goods Club. whether it be in close friends or relationships, i just can’t seem to get close to anyone normal. i guess because normalcy doesn’t take much work? normal’s boring? normal’s overrated?
normal’s not worth the time?……….or as someone has pointed out, normal just isn’t dramatic enough? it’s all relative, i think…my most interesting friends think i’m pretty normal. i wake up, go to work, go home, feed the dogs, go to sleep, wake up and do it all over again. and on days off, i go out and do things that other single twenty-somethings do on a day off. but amongst the rest of my peers who do the exact same things i do — they claim that i’m one of the most out of the norm persons they know. if on average, my odds of being normal are pretty 50/50, why is it that 100% of the people i put in 110% for are so screwed up just like me? with that in mind, what the hell is normal anyway?