#921 ·
So, about ten days ago, I was grabbing coffee with a close friend of mine. Looking at her, you could just tell she’s genuinely happy. She’s totally "normal." Honestly, she looks as radiant and carefree as a slim American woman on vacation.
She just gets it—she knows right from wrong. She has a solid grasp on how the world and society actually work.
The thing is, I can't even share my real thoughts with her. To me, some things feel perfectly fine, but to her, they seem completely broken. Why? Because she’s polite. She’s beautiful. She stays on top of every trend. She loves dogs, and she holds these very conventional, "correct" views on everything. Life is going to be much smoother for her because she isn't stubborn. Plus, she respects her entire family, no matter what they're like. She’s just... normal.
But me? I never once wish to be "normal."
I said to my old man one evening, "Now that I've got this yellow card, I can finally say and think whatever I want."
He just looked at me and said, "You didn't need a card to do that."
And I just laughed. Hehe!
She just gets it—she knows right from wrong. She has a solid grasp on how the world and society actually work.
The thing is, I can't even share my real thoughts with her. To me, some things feel perfectly fine, but to her, they seem completely broken. Why? Because she’s polite. She’s beautiful. She stays on top of every trend. She loves dogs, and she holds these very conventional, "correct" views on everything. Life is going to be much smoother for her because she isn't stubborn. Plus, she respects her entire family, no matter what they're like. She’s just... normal.
But me? I never once wish to be "normal."
I said to my old man one evening, "Now that I've got this yellow card, I can finally say and think whatever I want."
He just looked at me and said, "You didn't need a card to do that."
And I just laughed. Hehe!