wife, kids, house, dog, happily-ever-after and shit. And then I started to realize that I don’t stand a chance at a “normal” life.
Too much time has gone by. There’s been too many big bumps in the road, bumps on the head and punches in the mouth. (We’re talking literally and figuratively here in case you were wondering.)
I’ve taken too many left turns when I probably should’ve gone right. I’ve spent way too much time in my head for way too long. Life has rewired my brain. “Normal” came and went for me about 20 years ago. I’m not programmed for “normal.”
To tell you the truth, I don’t even know what “normal” means.
Is it “normal” to spend your entire life with the same woman? Who came up with that idea? Probably some guy who sucks at getting women.
Is it “normal” to spend this much time by yourself? I think I just saw a baby sasquatch in my bathroom.
Is it “normal” to like bad country music? It seems like it's becoming all too normal. That makes me sad.
Is it “normal” to have kids even though you don't know if you like the person you’re breeding with? I've seen that situation go down more than a few times.
Is it “normal” for a grown man to collect action figures? Just asking because I know this guy who does that.
I’m not saying “normal” doesn’t work for some people. Sometimes I wish I was one of those people. But I’m not. Maybe not because I don’t want to be, but because I can’t be. It just hasn’t worked out that way. And the longer it doesn’t work out that way, the harder it is to find.
But maybe I don’t really want to find it. Maybe I think I want to find it because that’s what I've been told I'm supposed to find.
Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe “normal” isn’t something we should all be looking for. Maybe too many people have settled for “normal” when they were supposed to find something else.
But what do I know. I’ve got a baby sasquatch in my bathroom.
Maybe I just think too much…JS