In my life, there was a time when fitting in was not just a desire but a necessity for survival. Looking back, I do not regret the years spent trying to be normal.
Sometimes, you have to learn the rules before you can break them. It is a rite of passage.
But why did I care so much about being like everyone else when I did not start that way? The answer, I believe, lies in the influence of youth.
Little kids, we are weird. We are all born as our weird selves and stay that way until something profound happens, friends or maybe age.
School teaches us more than just reading, writing, and arithmetic. It teaches us that some people are deemed normal and others are not. The criteria for this designation are mysterious, but the result is clear-cut.
Bless those who do not let it bother them. Unfortunately, I cannot claim that for myself.
For me, society was like joining a school of fish. Whenever the group moved this way or that, I moved too because there was safety in numbers.
What else do you expect when you and everyone else, even those faking it, have no idea where we are going? Straying too far never seems like a good idea.
Normal is what is left after society has squeezed all the unconventional, aspiring fun juice out of a human being. Normal is a visible disappearing act of the self.
Wearing the shoes, the shirt, the haircut, saying the right things – fitting in perfectly – that is disappearing. But acting in the same manner as everyone else, following the crowd, being sheep is the real meaning of being unseen.
While I cannot speak for everyone, the times I have tried to fit in line up perfectly with the times I have felt least secure about who I am. I could not believe in myself.
By sacrificing myself to the God of Normal for years, life was rough. Confidence hit an all-time low.
Yet, if false friends got me into that mess, I knew real friends would get me out. Friends who, through social miscues, came to know me for who I was and did not care that I was weird.
Hopefully, you realize that normal is boring, and rewards await those willing to be different.
Realizing this takes me back to the rules we learn in the schoolyard, those ways we were ‘supposed’ to act for the sake of the group. Rules direct us to average behaviors, but if you are aiming, wanting, or needing to create exceptional works, then normal rules do not apply.
Average is nothing to aspire to. The goal is not to fit in; if anything, it is to amplify the differences, what does not fit, the odd characteristics unique to how you see the world.
Instead of sounding like others, value your voice.
Develop it.
Cherish it.
Use it.
It took a while, but eventually, I got more comfortable straying from the crowd and being different. I did not fully understand what changed until years later when I learned to like myself again, like the child I once was.
And I am still trying to love myself. Keyword: trying.
That is the whole thing, no?
Not everyone has gotten there in their heart of hearts. I am still working on it, but in the meantime, I think it starts by simply being kind to myself and others.
Not worrying about what someone thinks of me helps, as does leading the way to weird, using salt and light. All will be fine, if not okay.
Salt: speech; and light: actions. The two things we must engage in, whether alone or in a crowd.
Surround yourself with people, family, friends, frenemies, enemies, the normal and abnormal, Intellects, the ignorant, the strong and weak, the abled or disabled, the Popular people or the wallflowers, the jock, and the nerd. Each brings salt and light to your life table.
The one thing I do know for sure is that if you at least like yourself, you do not want to disappear. And if you do not want to disappear, well, then you are not normal either.
As for me, I want to live forever, even if through the remnant of a piece of paper I have left behind in my wake.