Calling All Genuinely Normal People, Who Is Strange Among You?

What is normal anyway? If there was a genuine way to gauge normal, then the genuinely strange would be acceptable and even interesting. But, since there is not any such thing as normal, it is what everyone wants. Like the forbidden fruit that is impossible to get. The donkey and the carrot stick that is impossible to get for that donkey can apply here too. So, I will tell you what normal really is in this society, after seeing "everything". It is unattainable, and anyone who comes close to it is dysfunctional or sick somewhere in there. Know it.

Normal is just synonymous with functional, that is it. Indeed, even a somewhat badly running car can run and be functional or normal. My point is, "normal" means nothing. "Normal" is just the castle made of sand that gets washed out to the sea once the abnormality is found. Indeed, normal is a very delicate thing, especially when you want to hide your abnormality of any sort.

So, this article is made to shock you out of sleep. That is why it is so strangely written, without seeming cadence or rhythm. So, that brings me to a point. What are normal, moral thoughts? Do we only practice normal, moral thoughts to seem normal and moral, or are we really, really hiding something. What is that deep, dark secret that hides within our motives. Even the supposed best of us (this is where the humor really kicks in): politicians, sports stars, heroes, the great, the most normal people with nothing wrong are a little screwy there. So, I will say this: Turn to the supposed worst of us all: The misfits, the weird people, the strange, the yogi, the monk, the strange and sly person who is slippery and strange, because within the weird with nothing to hide, you find the most normal people. I found this true, honest and real in Middle School and High School especially.

I mean this to be an uncomfortably revealing article. Because we all need to get down to the real sometime. Not just today, but all the time so that we can genuinely reach that revered state called "normal and comfortable". So, I will give one last anecdote about myself.

Recently, I discovered an intolerance of other human beings within myself that I had to get rid of. Call it a prejudice. Well, it is gone, I will just say that. And when I say that, I can honestly say that I can accept all people with love for what they are and what they are not. I genuinely understand. Need I say more?

My name is Joshua Clayton, I am a freelance writer based in Inglewood, California. I also write under a few pen-names and aliases, but Joshua Clayton is my real name, and I write by that for the most part now. I am a philosophical writer and objective thinker and honest action taker. I also work at a senior center in Gardena, California as my day job, among other things, but primarily I am a writer. This article is dedicated to The Strategy Center, Gabriel Strachota, and all of my good "weird" friends there and elsewhere. I also include myself as one of my "weird" friends.

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