The Myth Of Normal の小説・ストーリー

Now she understood why they weren’t fond of technology. Or anything electronic like a normal person. She was in the wrong. She judged them to a normal standard when they were a bunch of extraordinary folks. “I am in the wrong,” she was breathless as she kept on reading the same paragraph until she was done. “You are not backward.” “Yes, we aren’t.” “If anything…” She was still in a daze. “You guys rely too much on your supernatural power.” “That…” he had nothing to back them up. They indeed relied too much on their power.

I had a feeling that I was going to find out soon. "I am not normal like the other men." "I agree, you are not normal or average." "I am being serious. I have seen my mom struggle and suffer all her life because she was a witch. And I don't know what I am. I really don't want to fall in love. My mother still loves a fuckwit who wants to end her life. The pain and the suffering that people go through when things fall apart, it's not worth it." "You are assuming the worst without even tryi---"

"Can I really be normal? Have a normal life? Normal relationships? Normal future?" "Define normal. Because if normal means exactly like everyone else, no. You'll always be different. But if normal means having relationships and purpose and joy and all the messy complicated things that make life worth living? Absolutely yes. Forty-three enhanced individuals in this community are living proof. They have jobs, relationships, hobbies, and dreams. They're living full lives. You can too." "How do I start?"

Maybe I just had to try harder to get my normal even if it makes my skin crawl and my stomach nauseous with the thought of having to bare myself for that normal. @ Gupta

But even as I sat down and tried to steady my breathing, a cold realization settled deep in my bones— There was no such thing as “normal” anymore. Not for me. Not for them. Not for any of us.

I suddenly have my own theory of just how she got this fat. I shove my disgust deep down where neither she nor anyone else can see it and smile. “Not today Melda.” I say and leave without another word. People like me are called the Abnormo, the freaks. We are weird because we deviate from what is normal in Lyria. Abnormos, not so surprisingly, do not live very long in Lyria. And contrary to what Aden thinks, I do intend to live very long and have those babies with him.

“You can’t go around putting yourself at risk for something as trivial as ‘experiences of an ordinary girl.’ Don’t you understand that? We can’t have that; we’re not normal people!” “Your sister did, and I assure you, you had far more than she did.” I put my hands on my hips and lifted my chin, showing that I wouldn’t be intimidated so easily. “Yes, I had my share of experiences, just like my sister did. But at no point were we normal people.” He downed the whiskey in one gulp and slammed the glass on the small bar. “Normal people don’t have a gun under the pillow or in the pants strategically placed next to the foot of the bed while you’re having sex. Normal people don’t know multiple ways

“Can we get done with this? I'm not a saviour. You shouldn't be putting your hope on someone who is just normal like any werewolf around here.” “What makes you think you're normal, Arianna?” she leaned in closer to me, taking a seat right next to the bed which I laid on. “I live like everyone else…I…I'm normal. That's all I know,” I stuttered. Her question may have caught me off guard but I know what I'm talking about. I know myself, and that's the most important thing. “Listen to me, Arianna. Whatever fate has written in stone for any of us, we just can't escape it.”

I slept like a baby that night. My body was worn out, and so was my mind. Everything they had told me didn't make sense, and it feels like it never will. I can't make myself believe in monsters. Let alone think that I am one. I'm just a boring, normal girl. Nothing exciting has ever happened to me in life. I wasn't popular in high school; I was barely noticed; I've never had some great love or heartbreak; I've just lived a boring, dull life.

What exactly was normal? Wearing a t-shirt and jeans while on a date with your mother in-law that was probably wearing a two hundred dollars la Bella gown. I know it was wrong for me to think something like this but her calling me normal what I wanted to hear. It simply meant I was ordinary. I didn't want to be an ordinary girl. "Eve right?" She asked as soon as we got to the parking lot. "Yeah." I said quietly. "Can you drive?" She asked raising her brows.