Normal People Explained Novels & Stories

“It is black. What is the problem?” “The problem is that you look like you’re attending a highly formal execution, not our first attempt at human behavior in two months,” I teased, walking toward him and reaching up to loosen the knot slightly. “Normal people relax. They talk about things that don't involve asset forfeiture and assassination protocols.”

So, now, when people see me, they just look at me like I am crazy. I've since been to therapy, and this week, my therapist recommended I try to think about my life being normal. She also said something about manifestation and how what I think in my head reflects in my everyday life. I don't understand it, and I don't even think I believe it, but I'm too exhausted to care. I go along with it because it's therapy. It's supposed to help people and also because some part of me hopes it'll work. So my mantra for this week is that normal is good, normal is great, and the most important thought that i don't voice out about normal is that normal things happen to normal people.

Why would anyone ever think that there is something wrong with them? The eldest male, the head of the family, her father. A sales executive. To the normal and unknowing eyes, nothing too extravagant. An average pay grade, middle class income, satisfactory job. With a humour of acquired taste and unquiet nature why would he be wrong? Sociable, friendly and normal.

Just like he said “Being normal is overrated” Normal people could text,Normal people could call, Normal people had communication methods but Mercer didn’t keep me this interested by being normal. He took what he wanted he wanted! Urghh and that was the most attractive thing about him! I move to sit on my couch wondering if the man who somehow knew my home address before I ever gave it to him had finally decided I wasn’t worth the effort. The thought alone hit harder than it should have. It sends fear down my spine and makes me realize one thing.

“You’re so much more than them. You could easily command their complacence, but you don’t want it. So, you force yourself to shrink down into someone you think they’ll understand.” “What is wrong with wanting to live a normal peaceful life?” He shrugged, “Aside from the fact that you’re not normal?” “Thanks for that astute observation,” I swallowed a gulp of water from my water bottle. “Now if you’re done trying to analyze my mental state, can we get back to helping me to be able to zero in with pin point accuracy on the right spots to make it easier to get a clean kill?”

All my life, I have been trained to be the best. I was trained to always follow the norm, the standard. I was little miss perfect. They turned me into one, and I had no choice but to be one. I didn’t have much freedom growing up because there were a lot of expectations from me. They were all watching me. I couldn’t move freely because every move that In make, they will always have a say about it.

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The sound of the wind blowing and of a distant traffic noise. It seems peaceful but that's because it is. Everything else is chaos. No one knows where everyone else lives. Not even the neighbors. Everyone in the city just lives and walks about, looking like they belong to the place they live in. Like everyone else. Just ordinary people, living normal life. Except...they are not normal people. They are special. "It's true...isn't it?" she whispers. I nod, not trusting my voice. We fall into silence again.

The wolf didn’t even flinch. I exhaled and looked at him,“Let me explain something to you,” I said, pointing at myself. “I’m a human. A normal, ordinary human being. There is nothing mysterious about me. No hidden magic, no supernatural powers and no secret abilities waiting to awaken. I wake up, breathe, eat, and sleep like every other human.” My voice softened slightly, though the frustration remained. “I’m just… me,” I finished. “So please tell me what exactly am I supposed to discover about myself?”

It’s a miracle of human evolution that even the most extreme situations can somehow become normal enough for you to be able to function without screaming or throwing up. That’s probably the main reason why most people have no problem coping with things like nightmares. Most of us don’t think we deserve happiness, or at least, peace of mind in life. We just try to keep moving along, hoping our next big mistake won’t destroy whatever little bit we still have left.