After reading so many blogs and news articles, I have reached a startling conclusion. I have a problem and I can’t deny it anymore. According to all the stuff I see written, there is something wrong with me.
I’m not normal.
I guess I never have been. According to everything I see online I am in the minority, which means that I am not normal. I am a happily married, white, female with one child. I have never been married before, so I have no ex-husbands to rant about. I don’t have any children with other men. I’ve been married for 10 years, own a house with a mortgage in the suburbs, which is our only real debt. I own one dog and no cats, birds or lizards.
I speak and understand English, I know the difference between U.K. English and American English. I have good grammar and spelling. I am intelligent enough to know a smattering of other languages, perhaps enough to survive. I have manners, I say please and thank you, I say Gesundheit when someone sneezes, I hold doors for people when their hands are full.
If someone really needs help, I will be there. I won’t give help just because you are too lazy to do it yourself. I understand that the world does not revolve around me. I know what is going on in my backyard and the world. I understand that the U.S. and North America do not constitute the entire world.
Those in themselves seem to make me different, but what really makes me a freak is the fact that I have never had any major problems. I grew up with a good family, with parents who are still married. I was not abused or neglected (even though my teenage self thought so at times.) I have nothing in my past which I dwell on. The few things that I saw as major, I just walked away from. I feel that the past is the past, it is over and done.
I do not have friends I constantly complain about, if they are a problem then they are not my friends. If a friend has a problem I will try to help, but if they are self-destructive and want to take the world with them, I will walk away. A true friend is one you can call at any time, even if you haven’t spoken in a while.
Another thing I don’t understand is why people are amazed and shocked by the things I do. I am independent, I do not need to rely on anyone. I am married, we are partners. If I have to I can survive anything, I won’t curl up and die or wait for someone to rescue me. I will mow the lawn, chop wood, make dinner and clean the house. If a task needs to be done I will do it, I don’t care what it is. If I don’t know how to do it, I will figure it out.
So I guess I need to admit, that I am a freak, I don’t belong in today’s society. It seems I am doing everything wrong. According to everything I read I don’t coddle my child enough, my meals aren’t healthy enough, and my house needs to be sanitized…Oh and I forgot to mention that fact that I’m not holding my hand out enough to ask for help.
I guess I will just go on being different.
- Me after the Crazy (afterthecrazy.wordpress.com)
- Random Rantings: Confessions of a Creepy Fan (bookrockbetty.com)
- When the Mountain Folk go Bat Shit Crazy (taleasofasierramadre.com)