The Myth Of Normal Novels & Stories

Missy said, making her daughter's eyes widen even further – Do you know why they did that? - Why? – Hope sniffled, seeming afraid to know what the answer would be. - Because they didn't realize that it's normal for a person to be shy, like you and me. And so they thought it was okay to laugh at us, instead of trying to support us and help us have the courage to say what we wanted. – After a heavy sigh, Missy continued – But that's not true, dear. It's not right for people to laugh at you. Or that make you feel bad, simply because she was nervous for a moment and couldn't do something. Because being nervous is normal sometimes, honey. – Missy ran her fingers over her daughter's cheeks still w

I asked in a quiet voice. “Everything! My whole life all I've wanted is to be normal and have normal experiences. I didn't have a traditional family or parents. I didn't get to have normal birthday parties or experience most of the stuff regular people do. All through high school, people looked at me with pity and I could never have real friends. When I came here, all I wanted was a normal life and I thought I had that with you and Becky and everyone and now I find out, you're all so far from normal, we've officially entered a fairytale."

I think to make me feel good but it isn't working. "Honestly speaking pathetic than before."I slumped my shoulders in exasperation. "Oh dear its normal in this condition but there is nothing to worry about because all your reports are normal."She said with a soft chuckle. Wait she said it's normal in my condition and all my reports are normal.Why is she using oxymoron with me? "Wh-what do you me-mean Doctor?"I fumbled with my question dreading to hear the answer I don't want to receive.

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

She had been tainted in some of the worst ways and she knew that it was spreading like a disease. “Margo?” Penny whispered, pulling her from her thoughts. “Yes?” She asked, turning to face her. “Will we ever be normal again?” She asked. “What is normal?” Margo chuckled sadly. “What do you mean?” Penny asked. “We’re told an array of different things from the very moment that we’re born. Be normal. Don’t stand out. I don’t know about you but I was never normal. I caused more trouble than humanly possible because I was ornery and curious. I caused a multitude of problems. My parents however, loved me for who I was. They embraced my curiosity. They encouraged me to challenge the norms set by soc

I was clutching the cellphone in my hand tightly, I had set Jacob's number in speed dial, in case he decides to beat the crap out of me. As if sensing my fear, his eyes softened a bit and said, "I am not mental, you know" he said. "Who said only mental people go to a psychiatrist? I had consulted a psychiatrist for over an year, that doesn't means I am mad. It can be a normal person with a haunting past, it can be a normal person with abnormal surrounding, he grew up in, it can be someone trying to be better than what he currently is." I tried to explain as politely as I can.

she countered, looking at me with that same confusing mix of cynicism and belief. "This isn't normal," I argued, the words tumbling out. "This is a mafia gang where all they do is kill and exercise power, whereby making the whole of New York scared. It's more like they rule New York, and maybe even the world and that doesn't sound sweet to me."

"Come on. Let's go home, check on Michael, eat actual food. Small steps toward normalcy." "Normalcy," she repeated. "What's that even look like for us? We're a mafia prince and a poisoned heiress with more trauma than sense, raising a kidnapped child and a pregnancy conceived through medical rape. That's not normal." "Then we'll create our own normal. Make up rules as we go." I helped her into the car. "Marissa, there's no instruction manual for what we're going through. We're improvising, making mistakes, figuring it out day by day. That's okay. That's allowed."

I want to give up now since the peace I am looking for seems to run away from me the closer I get. Right from childhood, I haven't been able to live in peace. It was always one person or another in my life pestering me and giving me hell on earth. I just want to live a goddamn normal life! And yes, this is where Frost would come with her words that I am not normal. But why does it have to be me? Why does being not normal have to mean I get to suffer, run, and get betrayed all my life? Not an ounce of peaceful moment.

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.