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I was never meant to be normal and neither were you. There's no such thing as normal anyway.

I wish I could run away,” Rudger told Jersey as they both rushed in and out of various patients’ rooms, darting around like little ants. “I can’t leave and be on my own though, not right now, anyway.” “Why?” asked Jersey, waving her flashlight in mid-air. Rudger froze for a second, a regretful haze emanating from his eyes. “It’d break her heart if I left.” “Ain’t that normal? For parents to have mixed feelings about their kids growin’ up?” “Not for me, it isn’t.” Jersey made a pitying face in his direction. “So, you wanna keep bein’ towed around with your mom, livin’ in a gross town like Danvers?” “Is there a choice?” “Yeah, there sure is. You can run away and try to be a whole person before it’s too late, or you can live with mommy dearest forever and turn into Norman Bates.

I wonder if every genius has a touch of madness, does everyone that's normal have a touch or retardation?

Look, this is all very, very weird. Why are you focusing on rumours and urban legends? You haven’t even asked me any normal questions.” “Normal questions? Like what?” “Like, I don’t know, like if Lynch had any enemies.” “Did Lynch have any enemies?” “Well, not that I know of, no.” “Then there really was no point in me asking that, was there? Unless you wanted to distract me. You didn’t want to distract me, did you, Kenny?” “No, that’s not—” “Are you playing a game with me, Kenny?” “I don’t know what you’re—” Inspector Me leaned forward. “Did you kill him?” “No!” “It’d be OK if you did.” Kenny recoiled, horrified. “How would that be OK?” “Well,” Me said, “maybe not

Mandy, I hardly think this was appropriate, not after… you know… after the funeral we haven’t had the money for any of your weird little games and I was hoping you’d be more mature now that Jud’s gone,” her father had disappointedly added. “How much’d that cake cost you?” “It’s paid for,” Mandy had argued, but her voice had sounded tiny in the harbour wind. “I used the cash from my summer job at Frenchy’s last year and I… it was my birthday, dad!” “You can’t even be normal about this one thing, can you?” her father had complained. Mandy hadn’t cried, she’d only stared back knowingly, her voice shaky. “…I’m normal.

Marianne’s classmates all seem to like school so much and find it normal. To dress in the same uniform every day, to comply at all times with arbitrary rules, to be scrutinised and monitored for misbehaviour, this is normal to them.

Man, sometimes you are clueless. You don’t even see what’s happening.” He perched himself on the arm of the couch so he could look down at Turk. “It’s not just about freaks. I mean, you’re the guy who thinks of ideas and all, but you’re missing it. You don’t even notice that the whole council is either black or Mexican. See, that’s what’s happening: it’s all these minorities hooked up with freaks.” The wheels in Turk’s mind began to turn slowly. But they were picking up speed. “Jamal’s with us and he’s black.” “So? We use Jamal. He gets us into Albert’s. You do what you gotta do. All I’m saying is, you and me, we’re normal people. We’re not black or queer or Mexican. And we’re the ones digging toilets. How come?” Turk knew the answer: because they had failed in their attempt to take over. But he’d never thought about this new angle. “Astrid’s a normal white person,” Turk argued halfheartedly. “So’s Sam.” “Sam’s a freak, and I think he might even be a Jew,” Lance said. His eyes were glittering. He was showing his teeth, grinning as he talked. It wasn’t a good look for him. “And Astrid? She’s not even on the council anymore.

Never love anybody who treats you like you're normal...they're just the psychiatric hospital staff

My 30 year attempt (and subsequent failure) to reach “normal” has brought me to ponder whether “normal” even exists, or if it is nothing more than delusional grandeur based in the sounds of those sweet sirens drawing my ship in all the wrong directions.

My friends are really weird? What’s your point? That yours are simply normal? I’m sorry to hear that

Modern society - everyone thinks getting cancer is a normal aspect of life.

My family was relatively normal: the kind of normal where my stepfather blamed everything on the Amish, and my older sister thought hibernation only existed in fairy tales.

My whole life I wanted to be normal. Everybody knows there's no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There's only messy, inconsistant, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our own lives. But when I think about what I have, what I strived to reach my whole life, it's not the biggest or best or easiest or prettiest or most anything. It's not the Manor or the laundry closet. Not the multi-million dollar inheritance or the poorhouse. It's not superstardom or unemployment. It's family and love and safety. It's bravery and hope. It's work and laughter and imperfection. It's my normal.

Nobody in the whole world is normal. That's an idea made up by clothing companies to sell t-shirts. It doesn't exist in nature. Everybody gets to be weird in their own special way.

Nobody's sane above the law.

Normal is over rated, and so is spelling.You want perfection? Go out and buy a spell check, but know this: Spellcheck won't keep you warm at night or love you unconditionaly. I will stick to being abnormal and a bad speller. Makes life more interesting. After all, what fun is there in being normal or perfect?

Normal' is a concept formed by averages but it changes with education and tolerance.

Normal is a setting on a washing machine.

Normal is the cruellest of all insults

Normal' ist zunächst, was zwei Leute dafür halten.

Normal people attempt countless goals with limited success. Weird people focus on just one God-given objective with tremendous results.

Normal people live distracted, rarely fully present. Weird people silence the distractions and remain fully in the moment.

Normal. She wanted normal and so did I. "You know what's normal?" "What?" She wiped away her remaining tears. "Calculus.

Normal is where innovation goes to die.

Not everyone has the time to be normal.

Nothing Functions Normally Apart From The Principles Of The Kingdom Of God

No matter how "normal" people look, living "ordinary" lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

Normal is a societal construct that is created by us. There is no consistency across civilizations. What is normal to one person is not to another. It once was normal to own slaves and be prejudiced against people of color like you and others. It was once normal to make women wear dresses and cover themselves. And long before that it was normal to cut off someone’s hand for stealing instead of putting them in jail. Eventually, all societal constructs fall to new ideas. Normal is one of them. (Varick Jaeger to Kieran Sung)

Normalcy was declared. (Normalcy was always a declaration.)

Normality; show me normality, señor caballero, and I will show you an exception to the abnormal order of the universe; show me a normal event and I shall call it miraculous because it is normal.

Normal people are just freaks who are afraid to be themselves in public.

Normal is never one of a kind. One of a kind is never normal.

Normal is never one of a kind.

Normal is not an opinion, it is a consensus.

Not upholding a persons legal rights is a form of abuse. Unfortunately, USA government abuse of the general public is a normal state of affairs in many areas.

Normal is the Holy Grail and only those without it know its value.

Normal is boring. Who wants that?

One person's normal is another person's Shattering." Your face aches from smiling. There is an art to smiling in a way that others will believe, and you're terrible at it. "Would've been nice if we could've all had normal, of course,but not enough people wanted to share. So now we all burn.

One of the deadliest tools of powerful systems is narrow definitions of what is "normal" and the reduction of difference to deviance.

People are different. We can’t paint everyone with the same brush. Some people will Zig and some people will Zag. That doesn’t mean one is right and the other is wrong. There really is no universal standard of “normal”. In many cases, the ideals of “normality” are not attainable. They are simply not realistic. Allow people to be different.

Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world—to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in.

Our current ever-devouring reality, sustained and perpetuated by our long-standing beliefs of power and profit before all life on earth, is arrogant and unyielding insanity. Here’s why: A reality of unbridled greed and exploitive competition pushes all of humanity to the threshold of insanity by demanding the lowest expression of our human nature in order to simply survive. In short, it dehumanizes us daily. The ones doing the dehumanizing and the ones who are dehumanized - both exist in a less than humane state of consciousness. A dehumanized reality. Which explains why so very often a socially concerned corporate manager, who puts human interests ahead of profit maximization is not praised but quickly joins the ranks of the unemployed. Our being dehumanized daily also explains the blind opportunistic greed of gentrification, our money obsessed life repudiating healthcare system, our continually growing poverty class – ad nauseum. In essence, all of the cruel ways with which we think about and treat one another (and the earth) is encouraged, enforced and repeatedly engendered as the only available dominate reality. Mistakenly, this is believed to be our fundamental human nature or as pseudoscience explains it “survival of the fittest” and as religion teaches “we are all born sinful.” Which in turn engenders, in every generation, the belief that it is virtually impossible for humans to be more humanized, more civilized. The propagated belief that humans are hopelessly hard-wired; created to be nothing more than sinful, wicked little hairless monkeys continues century after century; and so we have remained for the last eleven thousand years a pseudo civilization. “Not until the creation and maintenance of decent conditions of life for all people are recognized and accepted as a common obligation of all people and all countries - not until then shall we, with a certain degree of justification, be able to speak of humankind as civilized.” Albert Einstein Our entire social stratification of wealth, income, race, social competition, education, and power - from birth to death - is constantly reiterated into our conscious and unconscious minds as Normal. Civilized. The Dominant Reality. For instance, our antagonistic competition for life is plainly evident when opposing groups or cultural realities come into contact or collide with the realities of other individuals, other groups, societies, and cultures. All of which are equally real realities to each other - even the illusionary realities – even the oppressive ones - but our existing in a dehumanized state more often than not separates us from one simple humane quality and ultimate realization: The lives of other human beings.

Our lives are mere flashes of light in an infinitely empty universe. In 12 years of education the most important lesson I have learned is that what we see as “normal” living is truly a travesty of our potential. In a society so governed by superficiality, appearances, and petty economics, dreams are more real than anything anything in the “real world”. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from the bottom of my heart for everyone. The only thing I can ask of you is to stay free of materialism. Remember that every day contains a universe of potential; exhaust it. Live and love so immensely that when death comes there is nothing left for him to take. Wealth is love, music, sports, learning, family and freedom. Above all, stay gold.

People have gotten used to living a botched-up life — to be anxious, insecure, hateful, jealous, and in various states of unpleasantness through the day — slowly humanity has begun to see it as normal. None of these things are normal. These are abnormalities. Once you accept them as part of life they become normal because the majority has joined the gang of unpleasantness. They are all saying, "Unpleasantness is normal. Being nasty to each other is normal. Being nasty to myself is normal." Someone trusted that you would be doing good things at least to yourself and said, "Do unto others what you do unto yourself." I am telling you, never do unto others what you are doing to yourself! By being with people, I know what they are doing to themselves is the worst thing. Fortunately, they are not doing such horrible things to others. Only once in a while they are giving a dose to others, but to themselves they are giving it throughout the day.

People who are considered normal enjoy putting those who aren't on trial, you know.

Psychic is the new normal.

President Trump taught me that lying to the world is a normal aspect of life in the USA.

Please, God, please, don't let me be normal! (high school yearbook)

Por que você ficou frio e sumiu e esqueceu e secou e matou e deletou e resolveu e foi? E você diz que está trabalhando e eu me sinto idiota. Me sinto esfolada viva pelo mundo. Me sinto enganada por anjos. Me sinto inteira uma enganação. Porque a gente estava, sim, se amando, mas você correu para levantar antes a bandeira do “se fodeu, trouxa, o amor não existe”. Justo você que eu escolhi para fugir comigo das feiuras do planeta. Porque você me emprestava a mão vendo TV e queria fazer camarões fritos para mim e escondia as meias suadas quando eu chegava antes do que você esperava. E você me perguntava o tempo todo se eu percebia como era legal a gente. E então, só para fazer parte da merda universal de toda a bosta da vida, você se bandeou para o lado do impossível e se foi e me deixou como louca, escondida no jardim da produtora, chorando, te perguntando para onde foi o amor. E você riu e disse: “mas eu só estou fazendo minhas coisas”. E eu me senti idiota e louca e chata, e isso foi muito cruel ainda que seja tão normal. Normal não me serve não encaixa não acalma.

Rather than continuing on the normal sexual path toward pain, emptiness, and idolatry, you can allow God to heal you, change the way you think, and place deliberate safeguards in your life to protect you.