Being normal. Sounds bad, right? Sounds kind of boring.
I assure you, it’s not. Being normal is the most underestimated pleasure on this good green earth.
But what do I mean by “normal”? Well, there’s a long answer for that, but I’ll give you the short one: Not crazy. Not neurotic. Not obsessive.
Being normal doesn’t mean you can’t be a nerd or hate dogs or football. It doesn’t mean you can’t do great things with your life.
To me, being normal just means that you’re not trying to be different, just to be different. You have a balanced view of the world and of yourself, and you use reason and logic in your daily life to live the best way you know how. You try to treat people well. You raise decent kids. You take out the garbage without complaining. You make other people’s lives better, not worse.
When I was in high school, and college, too, I used to want to be different, like everybody else. So I dressed different and said silly things and argued with people about things I knew little about. I was trying to prove myself.
It was not until later that I realized that how I dress and how much I dare to insult other people wasn’t the way to prove myself. It was just a lot of wasted effort. Instead, I should have done the things I really wanted to do, and if they were normal, then fine, and if they were different, then I’d be different, and that would be okay, too.
But it wouldn’t be my goal.
From a story I’m working on:
“I also decided around that time that it was also okay to have a normal life and do normal things. There’s usually a good reason people do these things and I didn’t want to stand out because of my hobbies or where I lived or what I did for money.
I would prove myself in other ways.”
So. My happiness tip of the day: prove yourself in other ways.