The other day someone told me I wasn’t normal. My response? What is normal? Is normal getting up at 6am, working a nine to five, and running errands in between? Or perhaps it’s maintaining a monotonous routine—same thing day in, day out kind of thing. If that’s the case, I don’t want to be ‘normal’, you can keep it, thanks.
It’s not a case of wanting to be different. We are who we are, and if someone ever tries to change that, then they’re not worth knowing. Whether it’s a hobby that’s considered strange, or hair the shines thirty different colors, it’s important that we maintain our own identity. Life is confusing enough without someone telling us we’re not normal.
I think being a writer requires a separation from reality—from the ‘norm’, as that’s what I’m arguing here. Writers spend hours upon hours in their own heads, conjuring, creating, warring. It’s often regarded a lonely place, and sometimes that can be true. For the most part, however, there are voices shouting to do this or that. Change that scene, give a character more air time. I can’t speak for all writers here, but I like the solitude. It’s fine by me.
Life shapes us, turns us into who we are. Our experiences make us more accepting of some things, and wary of others. Sometimes we lack things that others think we shouldn’t. But that’s the point, it doesn’t matter what others think.
So whether your taste in music differs from all your friends, your personal style lacks color or has flair, or the things you like to do aren’t in line with what others think you should do, it’s okay. Be who you want to be. Never let anyone tell you any different. You are awesome, and special. You are you.