What is Normal?
Normal … I’ve always had a problem with that word. Why, you ask? … Have you ever been told to ‘be normal’? Because I know I have over and over again. But my question is ‘who has the right to say that you? What are their qualifications on ‘Normal’ anyway? Are you supposed to walk and or talk a certain way? Are you supposed to dress in a certain style? Wear your hair in a certain way or having a certain type of haircut? Are you supposed to love a certain way or type? Who has the book on being normal anyway?
So what if you like to have bright coloured hair or are covered in tattoos or piercings. So what if a person loves to read and doesn’t talk alot or is loud and at times acts childish? For all you know they could have gone through some great tragedy in their life causing them to keep to themselves or be ‘out there’ because they realize that life is too short or maybe they could just like to read and get lost into a fictional world, because reality scares the hell out of them.
How do you not know that the person under all of that uniqueness isn’t the most kindness, sweetest and honest person in the world? They could be the kind of person who gives blood on a regular basis or fund raisers for charity or spends their weekends helping out the homeless.
Who cares if a person falls in love with someone from the same sex, it’s their life and their heart that matters - not yours. Who cares if someone has two parents that are the same sex or are from different backgrounds or if someone is raised in a single parent household. As long as they are loved and cared for, that’s all that matters.
If normal means that we all have to be this one idea, then I don’t wanna be normal. I would rather be different then be the same design as every other person on this earth.
We shouldn’t judge people just by their appearance, take the time to get to know someone before you decide what kind of person they are. We are one. We are all human and we all have our flaws, but we also all have our strengths. We can all love and we can all grieve. We can all break and we can all bleed, but we all also have a right to be free, to feel safe and to be loved. If you ever see someone falling, help them up. Show them that there is hope. It just takes one act of kindness to make a difference and for others to follow.


