I visited another guy's blog a little while ago. We individual people who have our individual blogs need to stick together. It's good that we choose to go to each other's blogs, to look around for a minute or so before leaving. I appreciated seeing his posts. I didn't really read them or get a full sense of it, because I'm very busy with my own life and can't be wasting my time like that.
Anything, the thing that stuck out, that I noticed, was that the guy has something wrong with him. An illness or condition that's serious enough and important enough (apparently) to have not just its own name but an organization for those coping with it, battling it, and explaining it. He had links to it. Maybe it was some kind of mental thing. Or a blood disorder. Or an aversion to particular things in life. I can't remember. I just remember it was something, and something important enough for him to identify with it.
When I see that business about a disease, condition, aversion, or complex big enough and bad enough to identify with, I usually leave. I left in this case. And you might leave now, too, since that's my complex. Part of it. But there's no organization for it that I know of, and I'm not battling or coping with it in an association with other sufferers. I'm not even formally diagnosed, but obviously I am concerned with explaining it, at least sufficiently to get to my point, which is how normal I am.
[A Couple Hours Later -- I may have lost the mojo for this post. Because I got as far as the last sentence above and the phone rang, and a dear friend of mine died and that was someone with the news. This is a true statement. So I've been gone maybe close to two hours. I'll read over what I've got above and try to finish it out, because I thought this was a pretty good post.]
OK, I've always considered myself normal and blessed to be normal. I've always considered myself the right height, the right weight, to have been born in the right place to the right people. When it comes to normal, as far as I'm concerned, I am the standard, I set the pace. It's right, good, and proper, in my opinion, for everyone else to be compared to me to determine the degree of normalcy they enjoy.
I eat particular things, normal food. I think particular things, normal thoughts. I go to all the usual places and do all the usual things. There's nothing abnormal about me, except perhaps the mere face that I am so normal. More so than most people.
I'm mentally all together. We don't need organizations to battle that. We've got -- I've got already in my possession what the poor unfortunates are battling for.