The Myth Of Normal Novels & Stories

But instead, I keep it up as if I can still survive this trench I've been put into. But...Why am I suffering like this? Do I deserve to live like this? For what reason? Is it because I'm just simply Sadie Ozoa, that one weird kid who does things in her own way and is not being like others? For fighting for her safety? Who "breaks the rules" most people follow that feels wrong for me? Tsk! As if there are rules in life! There are apparent "rules" we need to follow, like don't commit crimes and being kind to others. But the rule book never said to not dress differently, talk to anyone, nor act the way others do! First of all, what is this? Are we employees of the world? Second, do I have to ta

“Normal.” She finishes for me and I nod my head. “Well, people like you and me who have lived with fear, nothing will ever feel normal. To others, their normal is so very different from ours. So we need to find our own sense of normal. I think Harley Quinn said it perfectly. Normal is a setting on the dryer. People like us don’t get normal. You stabbed that man seven years ago. Why?” she asks and I sigh as I take the plate from her hand and place it in the dishwasher.

"Said the defections demonstrated ideological failure they hadn't anticipated." "Fifteen of their own people watched our wolves and vampires fighting together and couldn't keep believing it was wrong." She understood immediately. "Grace is their worst nightmare, isn't she? Not because she's powerful or special. But because she's normal. A normal little girl with a normal family that just happens to include a vampire uncle. That's terrifying to them." "Because if it's normal, their ideology falls apart."

And familiar. And completely unaware of what it once cost him. We’re walking back from class when he says it. “I feel normal.” Matteo glances at him carefully. “Define normal.” “Quiet,” Aidan says. “No humming. No pressure. No… other.” I don’t relax. I catalogue. “Normal isn’t absence,” I say evenly. “It’s stability.” He bumps his shoulder lightly against mine. “You’re allowed to breathe, you know.” I don’t answer.

"The hardest decision of her life. Not which ancient being to fight. Not which reality to impose. Not which impossible mission to survive. Just dress color." "Must be nice. Having that be your hardest decision. Having normal problems. Normal life." Aria set down the book. "Do you think we'll ever get there? To normal? Really normal?" "I don't know. We're pretty far from normal. Pretty extraordinary. Both of us. Together. What we've done. What we've survived. What we are. That's not normal. Can't ever be normal. But maybe we can fake it. Pretend. Have moments of normal. Like now. Like this week. Stolen moments. Borrowed normalcy. Better than nothing."

She moved into the bathroom and retrieved three towels and set the bathmat onto the floor. “He told me,” Raven watched her fascinated with the movement of her body, the smooth curves of her, the folds of her stomach as she bent over to adjust the bathmat. “That you were in a normal relationship in high school, before all this kink started.” “What is normal?” She replied with a shrug. “I don’t believe in normal. Who decides what is normal, and what is not? Seems to me that there is so much in this world dictated by people whose opinions should not matter. Who decided what is beautiful, and what is not? Who decided that sex is only normal if it is between heterosexuals, and vanilla? Who decide

"What makes you ask that?" "Some of the kids at school talk about me. They say I'm too mature for my age. That I act like an adult sometimes." My heart squeezed. "You're not weird, Maya. You're special." "Special feels the same as weird." "It's not. Special means you have gifts other people don't have. That doesn't make you weird. It makes you extraordinary." Maya leaned against me. "Sometimes I wish I was just normal. Like the other kids." "Normal is overrated."

Moriah screamed with pain, "AAAAAWWHH!" Above the thousands heads, the whoke sky darkened, black clouds started to emerge. Mysterious thunderstorms began to roar all over the place, but there was no sign of raining. All the soldiers looked at each other with confusion, murmuring about was happening. "It is..... it is the Legend!" a young soldier spoke up, staring at the unusual sky. "What legend?" another soldier poked him on his chest. "Do not waste yourself believing in this gossips, you little punk. They are just made by stupid folklore. Got it?"

Our beliefs have passed the test of time, they are more effective than past beliefs. Elis. In the past, humanity thought the same way, and you know how this story ended. Tom. Well, then, we made a big mistake. John. Elis right. Maybe we're sick, too. Elis. Perhaps the alternation of genes, which we call the norm, it is a disease. How to distinguish the disease from the norm? In my opinion, we are very selective in choosing the norm and the disease. Edward. So you went somewhere wrong. Everyone knows the criteria of the disease. Everyone knows the picture of the patient's brain.

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.