A blog is a place that people write stuff and get ideas from their heads to a page online for others to read. Now that you see that everything I say IS indeed wisdom, I can get this blog going full steam. First a little about me. I smoke too many cigarettes, I drink beer, and enjoy on occassion reading books in the nude. No wait. That doesn't really paint the picture of me I'm trying to convey here in this blog. Let me try again. I eat well, I get along with everyone, my breath alone can attract women from two counties over, I do everything right, and I always make good decisions. There.
Can you imagine such a person? Does that person even exist out there? I'm sure they do, and that either really impresses me, or really scares the holy living crap out of me and I can't seem to decide which. At least once a day in my life I have someone say to me that they feel like they aren't "normal". My response is the same as I would imagine most people's are, "What the heck is normal anyway?". We go through life with these expectations of ourselves that we should fit in and have a "Leave it to Beaver" type of life, but does that life really exist? If it does I sure haven't met anyone who even comes close to it.
We try so hard to impress upon ourselves this unreal way of being. I for one say "Hell if you want to wear an army helmet around the house and dance to Lady Gaga while drinking a beer, go for it." Well, actually, that might be the first time I've ever said that exact sentence, but you get the point. Life isn't about trying to impress others, or to even hide that wacky messed up side that we all have lurking somewhere in there. I don't just mean the silly side, but also the dark "my parents screwed my head to hell" side that everyone I know has. Now, I'm not saying you should go stark raving mad in the streets kicking hotdog venders with dead animals, but rather show your freak flag from time to time and know that everyone else is more or less in the same boat you are.
I feel like I'm jumping all over the place and I know somewhere in here there is some sort of point to be made. Maybe what I'm trying to say is, that people should worry less how they look to others, and more on how they feel about themselves. Not that I'm one to talk, I constantly worry about what others might possibly think about me. I worry about little things I say to people later on and hope they didn't take me the wrong way. It's a hard struggle for a lot of people to really be themselves in front of others. Will they think I'm nuts? A jerk? An idiot? Because let's face it, we're all different. Everyone of us has different things going through our minds. What one person will find funny, another finds terribly offensive.
We have all had different experiences in our life, along with those crazy chemicals that fill our brains that make us who we are. It's a wonder people get along as well as they do. We learn though from these differences. I know my friends and family are always forcing me to grow from just being exposed to them. I am really grateful for that. I guess what I'm trying to say is, no matter who you are, you are important to the people who surround you. Not just those close to you, but people you meet and greet during the day as well. Being "normal" in my mind is only being what can be thought of as crazy, and honestly...I wouldn't have anyone I know be any other way
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