In search of Normal
When I started blogging just about three months ago, I intended it to be a form of therapy, a solitary odyssey of understanding myself. I most definitely didn't expect the rest of the world to join my quarantine and obsessively self-reflect all over the internet. As with every other activity, I wanted this period to be mine and mine alone. Oh, well! Ironically, my view of humanity is infinitely more positive, while under house arrest. If this goes on, I will soon be a Humanitarian and be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, like Aung San Suu Ki. (And taken back soon after, like hers deservedly should be!) ...that trajectory probably would be to someplace beautiful. And that makes all the difference! I had lived most of my mature years expecting normal behavior from myself and failing, and flogging myself for failing to meet my baseline for "normal". Normal is synonymous with Average in my mind, and Average is the minimum acceptable. So, now I wonder why would I expect myse...