Have you ever wondered what ‘normal’ people think about…?
I believe it may be something along the lines of the following subjects of torturous continuity… what is for lunch, what time is that tv programme on, when is payday, did I leave the oven on, do i look good in this, when will I next get laid, is it time to paint the ceiling yet… that kind of crap.
Like I’ve literally met some people who are so genuinely anchored to these topics alone, that I’m just spectacularly baffled as to how on earth they can even feel like they are living. I’ll ask them a question outside of these parameters, and be met by blank stares, ‘sort you head out’ statements, and the least laziest, probably like most common ‘normal’ answer in the world: ‘fuck knows.’
I don’t really have a true picture of what ‘normal’ is, but I sure as hell will continue living my life in a desperate bid to escape it. Although, fuck, now I’ve just thought: ‘wait, what if THAT is actually what normal is!?’
Subsequently, I feel terrified that I might just be the same as everyone is. Then I will either go to excess to define philosophical conceptions of ‘normality’, in a bid to ensure I can defy it, or I might alternatively go for a jog up a hill on ketamine, or channel all the fears into the black and white keys on a piano.
I’ve digressed again, haven’t I?
‘Normal’ to me, sounds like one of the worst types of prison sentences one could ever have to endure. It’s not that I particularly ‘fear’ it- I KNOW ‘normal’ as a threat will NEVER catch up with me, I’m so far from it we’re practically talking light years. ‘Normal’ will never ‘catch me’. I do fear for the lives and souls of others though. Poor souls who begin a life in a human body on Earth, perhaps with some original destiny to learn something useful and/or different. You know, something that can help enable change and advancement to occur within the universe and life itself.
The fact appears to be the case that ‘normality’ is like a dreadful plague which afflicts previously healthy weird ones, and disables their creativity and capacity to help escape the dangerous growth of ‘norms’. They could be likened to a terrible life-limiting virus.
I hope to any/all/or no God out there, that ‘normal’ never infects me!
Mind-in-motion 