I spend hours on the
internet; looking at picture, watching anime, reading manga, and playing games
and that’s all normal to me, I can admit it. Yet my friend; wonderful girl,
always going out her way to help people, ride horses, friendly, and also watches
anime, but she can’t admit to watching anime because it’s not normal. So what
is normal? What it is that make us hide things from everyone because it’s not
normal. What is it that makes us try to fit into that normal when we were
taught that we are all different?
We grow up learning to fit into the social normal; I have
no idea what society normal in America is, be nice? Well that’s a given.
Passionate in playing games? That’s just a past time, or to most another way to
waste time, but what about South Korea? They made a game into their national
icon, and is one of the largest watch televises station, that’s normal to them.
It’s a passion to them that they are proud to be the best; supported by their
family and friends when they want to spends hours to play to be at the top. Yet
it’s a waste of time in America and to most, it full of violets. How did South
Korea get a game to fit normally into their life? How did something that was
made for entertainment, become a professional sport, to being socially normal.
Yet in America, it’s normal to play game for entertainment and that’s it.
There is a friend, who is trying to go into zoology. She
likes animal and what to understand them; in doing so, she likes to collect the
skulls of dead animals she finds. I understand that’s who she is and its
perfectly normal to us. So why is it yet not normal? Is there a line where
everything past it is consider not normal? If there is, what is it that pulls
us back from going past that line to doing what makes us passionate?
Is it normal that I write this the night its due? Is it
weird? It’s not smart I know that.
I remember throughout high school there, there were
always groups, and each one had their own normal. How did that become to be?
What is it that held us back going into another group or even talking to them? What
made them so afraid to enter another or even laugh at? Is the fear of not being
accepted so strong that we hide ourselves behind that line or is it that we are
push back? Is there an invisible wall that, does it connect to other or is it
self-made so that none may enter, maybe even so no one can leave. Is it similar
to the Great Wall of China; years to be built, use to protect oneself, but in
the end people walk at the top looking down at us judging us. Do we group ourselves
to be seen like that?
One fun group are the anime fan; the costumes, the fans
who wish the anime they watch were real, the convention they hold, a reason for girls to dress up with barley
anything on. Want is it like living in a different world? Why is it that those
girls wish to dress up as the most reviling person? Did the line for normal extended
farther, accepted many other things, or did the space behind grow to fit more
in. is the world they live in normal to the rest? Do I really know what I’m
talking about? Probably not, buts that normal. Others would say it’s weird and
it should be fix. Why should they fix it? To be like everyone else? Are people not the same, are they not the same
people who created their own world to which to live by, a world where the
normal line was cross so they can make that spot the new normal.
Are rules similar to the normal? If you follow the rules
then everything is alright, are you like everyone else? Then what about if you
break a rule, did you cross that line of normal? what if you break a law and
end up in jail, did you cross the line to a new normal world where everyone else
also broke the law.
So what is normal? in truth, we fit multiply normal, but
why than that we hide ourselves in one and force ourselves to sneak to another.
Do we judge other so strict that we have to pass a test to enter another. Is there
a glass window that let us laugh at other, or is the wall solid blocking those
people from sight, do we climb up our fortify wall to only look down at other.
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