I like to think that I know myself pretty well. That I know who I am and what I stand for without very much question. And then I was told that something about me was perfectly normal.
Backstory, my health has been all over the place for about six months or so. Meaning I went to the doctor and had blood drawn. I was under the impression that I was likely anemic, my results were nothing.
Literally nothing.
For the first time in my life, a medical professional told me I was normal.
For once in my life someone told me I was normal, and was entirely serious.
I just never has had a cookie-cutter, sitcom like life. People love to give me all sorts of reactions on my life, all the time. (Stay tuned for that rant of a post!) And through the various dental procedures I have been through, I received strange comments from medical professionals too! All of this means that I was under impression that me and my nice, small, pringle shaped mouth were not normal.
I walked around for three days questioning everything about myself. And I kind of came up with a break through. I tend not be super good at opening up to people becuase I don’t want to deal with the questions, and sometimes I just shrug off the questions by saying I am weird or whatever.
But being told that my blood work came back normal. Meant that I didn’t have an answer to whatever was going on with my health and if anyone asked questions about it I didn’t have answer, and would have to deep dive into back story. I hate diving into backstory, people always have dumb reactions and never remember it and half the time, its not applicable to the conversation.
I think the point of all if this is that normal, is just as okay as weird. And people’s reactions to my life, it’s events, how they shaped me and how I chose to live it, only reflect on them, especially when they choose to forget it all.
