The Myth Of Normal Novels & Stories

I threw my bag to the floor. "It could have been easier if you were even a little bit normal! If you were a normal guy, with normal urges, normal hobbies, a normal heart, a normal job! But you are far from normal! And I do not want anything that would disrupt my life! Loving you will! Being with you will will disrupt the entire flow of my life and that abnormality is not something I crave!" I had ranted too far, too much to quickly realise the effect of my words on the man listening.

"You want to know what I learned about normal, sweetheart?" "Yeah." "Normal is overrated. Normal would have meant staying in an abusive marriage. Normal would have meant never discovering how strong I could be. Normal would have meant never meeting any of you." "But it also would have meant no danger, no people trying to kill you, no trauma." "True. But it also would have meant no foundation, no saved families, no children learning to use their gifts for good. It would have meant Lily's sacrifice led to nothing but one woman's safety."

I said tearily, His face softened, and he sat down beside me. "I hate that it's so-so easy for me to get like this," I whisper, tears poolingin my eyes. "Why can't I be normal?" "Do you know how many times I've wished that?" Dameon rumbles out. "As many times as it took me to realize that no one is normal,"

The territory with its boundary and its history and its memorial and its ceremony ground and its permanent shimmer of two realms held in contact. It was ordinary. Completely, specifically, exactly ordinary. She had spent a long time believing that ordinary was what happened when extraordinary failed — that ordinary was the consolation, the default, the lesser version of the significant. She had believed this without knowing she believed it, the way people believed things they had absorbed rather than chosen. She had been wrong.

“I’d do anything to be normal.” “Well, not to quote the thousands of teen novels and shows, but normal is overrated. No one is normal anymore.” “What about you?” I asked. “What about me?” He stared at me. “You seem pretty normal.” “Do I?” He asked, “Or is that what I want you to think? Or what you want to see so badly?” “Why do you talk like that?” I asked. He cocked his head to the side, and I knew he didn’t understand my question. “Like a fortune teller or something… so proper.”

Adrian was awake too; I could tell by the cadence of his breathing. "Can't sleep?" I asked. "No." "Me neither." "Too quiet." "Yeah." We lay there in the darkness, listening to the house settle. "Do you think it gets easier?" I asked. "Being normal?" "I don't know. I've never been normal." "Me neither." "Billionaire CEO and accidental wife turned mob-fighting vigilantes," he mused. "Not exactly a normal trajectory." I almost smiled. "What do normal people do?" "I have no idea. Jobs? Hobbies? N*****x?"

I asked as Alex walked through the doors, she stood behind Pete's chair but didn't say anything, which I appreciated wholeheartedly. "To be frank, Jacke, I found myself in a situation very similar to what you've been through. People call you a monster or terror simply because you're different because you aren't what they would consider being 'normal'. I would say that normality is utter bullshit, it's such obscurity because 'normal' means something different to everyone. You could ask one hundred people what normal meant to them, and I can almost guarantee you, no two people would give the same answer," He said as he finished his drink and stood up to throw the bottle away, "I would go so fa

I say while sitting up. Her lips pull apart, a scoff breezing through, bewildered. “When have I said that shit?” She throws her hands in the air, looking more aggressive by the second. “I only pointed out that we aren’t normal people to want to live normal people’s lives.” “What does that even mean, Mirabella?”

Then there was Colby, who was kind of like MacGyver and could plan his escape even with nothing more than a string, paper clip, and lighter. When it came to Lia, she was just fucking amazing but also and visions. People who had visions weren’t normal as much as it pained me to admit it. I didn’t want to think it, but I also had to accept that it was the truth. With the twins… well, that was enough said. Just mentioning their names and remembering everything that had been going on with them was more than enough of a warning that no one was normal. See, I was the only normal one! I might be prone to setting fires and breaking into hysterics, but it didn’t make me any less normal.

But as she turned out the light by her bed, she did say one thing that would continue to stick like tar long after the night was done: “Daddy-O, do you think normal families go through what we go through?” Normal families? What to say to such a question? “Honey, we’re not a special case. But isn’t your question a contradiction in terms? If normal families go through what we go through, aren’t we normal too?” “That’s not what I meant, Dad,” she said. “I mean regular old families. Are we . . . I mean, you know . . . ?”