“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
—Vincent van Gogh


What is ‘normal’ anyway?

When I was young, one of my biggest fears was being stuck in a ‘normal’ life, being a ‘normal’ person. I’ve often been – and mostly seen myself as – an outcast and something of a loner. Despite this didn’t use to see my life as especially different or abnormal. Sure, I’ve been viewed as a bit weird and eccentric – but that was just me, not the life I lived. It was basically dull, normal, doing mostly what everyone else did. I went through school with fairly average grades, spent some time unemployed and jumping between different jobs before sticking with one in commuter traffic. My spare time was divided between nerdier activities – games, comics, literature, culture – and social activities like going to clubs and parties. I made friends, went through a series of failed relationships, went on trips. Nothing major.

The first time I really started reflecting on my life was when a colleague and I was out drinking, talking about our past. He was multilingual and had lived in several corners of the world as a child, and I thought it must’ve been exciting and different. We traded experiences, and about half-way through the evening he was sitting slack-jawed, shaking his head and told me “you should write a book about this!”. I kind of laughed it off, saying it was the life that was normal to me and it wasn’t all that. We kept talking and when we parted ways he put his hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes and said:

“I’m serious Thomas, you should write that book.”

For a long time after that I thought about my life and my experiences, trying to see what he saw. Other people came into my life, making similar comments, and I started thinking that maybe there was actually something to their comments. Often I shook, my head, thinking that it was just because it was different from their lives, not because it was special at all. I trudged on through the ups and downs of my life, finding comfort and recognition in books and movies and television. Further encouragement from friends had me making notes about my life, making me realize that I have been living several fairly different lives simultaneously, and that not even my closest friends had the full story.’

Recently – for the past three years or so – I’ve done a lot of soul searching, trying to figure out where I want my life to go. In the midst of all this I’ve come to realize that the view I’ve had of myself might not be what other people see. Dear Reader, I’ve had three moments of epiphany during this time. One was in dating a woman, quite a colorful character at that, who told me that I was ‘so different and exciting’; one was describing a scene from Californication to a friend, where I saw characters and events I could relate to and he saw unreal and weird. The third was doing a stupid internet test where I had to say what role I filled in the circle of my closest friends, and finding that the only role I could realistically choose was ‘the party animal’. Me! That is pretty much the opposite of what I’ve seen myself as. I thought I was a loner and book-worm. I’m not.

Normal is only that which we are used to.

My life seems dull and normal compared the more extreme characters I’ve known throughout my life (and there’s been a few…), but comparing to how most people live their lives mine has been anything but. So, you may ask, will I ever write the book my friend told me to? Maybe. I’m just not sure how to do it without stepping on toes, embarrassing people, and raising all kinds of questions from those who know me.

I’m not sure I’m ready to expose myself and those I care about like that – yet…


    1. Thank you for the encouragement! 🙂 I am writing, but I haven’t tackled this specific thing (well…beyond a handful of short scenes scribbled in various notebooks). I’m thinking of turning it into fiction, but…and there’s that word again ‘but’…

      Maybe I should just say ‘screw it’ instead and get it all down, then figure out what to do with it afterward.

      1. Now that right there is what I want to hear! I tell myself that all the time. I say, “Well if I don’t like it I don’t have to let anyone read it.” But it’s a start. Get the words out and on paper.

        And sometimes we don’t like what we write but it sparks off something great or turns into something unexpected, so I’m definitely on the “Screw it, just write,” train. No more buts, no more thinking, just write. Judge it afterward.

        Good luck! Msg me any time you need a pep talk 🙂

      2. Thank you! Lately I’ve been needing them a lot…been torn between projects I should do, projects I have to do, and projects I want to do (and doubting any of it being much good). Coming home to a dozen new followers and encouragement was exactly what I needed =)

        Putting pen to paper tomorrow, though – for sure! (I’m saying tomorrow because it’s 2:30 am here and I should already have been in bed…)

      3. chuckling

        It’s 1.30 here and I should be asleep, too. Ahh, the tortured life on an ‘artiste’ — insomnia and self doubt 😉

        We all doubt our ability to write. I guess it’s part of the process. But how will we know if we never write something complete? Focus on one project. Tell the stories that are in you, not the stories you think people want to hear. Good writing is as much about the way the story is told as much as the story itself.

        Good night. I’m sure you’ll have a great writing day tomorrow 🙂

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