For longer than I care to remember, I have desired normality. When I was younger, my mom would constantly remind me that as God's child, I was unlike the rest. Eventually, I resisted this. As a child, the primary desire is to fit in. This does not work when you are constantly reminded that you are different than everyone else. Not only was I set aside as God's child, but I was not in the "popular circle." My parents could rarely afford the namebrand materials that seem to make or break a kid's social standing. All too often, I would feel so isolated, so far from the norm, that I became paranoid and self conscious. These quirks stayed with me throughout high school, where most of my focus was on trying to stay out of the line of fire from the other, "cooler" kids. It wasn't until I got to college that I realized that being "normal" isn't necessarily as beautiful a thing as I had imagined. To this day, I'm still struggling to define the word.
Although I will admit, I feel more "normal" now than maybe I have in the past, it's still such a subjective term, I doubt it applies to anyone 100%.
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