Normal is whatever you are
My friend’s mom cooked green beans with almonds. I freaked out.
As a kid, you get to know things as “normal” because you do them all the time. My mom cooked canned green beans with a little bacon fat and a little sugar. I didn’t know what a fresh green bean tasted like until I was in high school and I didn’t learn to like them until much later.
So when I went to my friend’s house and got this alien green bean almondine, I politely ate a bite and a half and thought, “I’m never coming here for dinner again. These people are insane.”
Of course, the way I live my life now would have been just as insane to 8-year-old me. Sleeping without a night light? Wearing a tie? Eating macaroni and cheese that isn’t straight out the box? That kid would have an aneurysm.
But I’ve come to view the arguments I made as childish, which isn’t surprising, because I was a child. Sadly, too many people still make those arguments now, and they’re supposed to be adults.
Normal is whatever you are. Normal is however you live your life, because normal is relative. There are things I do that would seen foreign to lots of you and vice versa. But guess what? You don’t have to live my life. You have your own. Live it however you see fit.
A co-worker told me today that she doesn’t have a TV at home. I couldn’t live like that, I told her, but if she can survive with two kids and a husband and no idiot box, go for it. Who am I to judge? I probably watch too much TV. But that’s how I choose to live my life and I like it just fine.
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