Ab. nor. mal

Ab. nor. mal

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‘norm, noun

1: an authoritative standard or model

2: a typical or widespread practice, procedure, or custom

synonyms: average, mean, median, par, yuck.

normal, adjective: REGULAR, STANDARD, NATURAL; of average

intelligence;

noun: the usual condition, level, or quantity

I am missing out on a lot of things. I am incomplete. I am partial. I am undone. I think.

I have been reduced into an almost-stereotype following the norms of this society, acting according to the do’s and don’ts formulated by a ‘somebody-great’, even if these cause me nothing but a sad longing, I long for something – no.. – someone. I long for me, the person I used to be.

I am miserable, for I feel bad when people think what I wear is not norm-al, when they think that what music I listen to, what books I read, what films I catch, what subjects I like are not typical. Why? Is there a law saying what color of shirts to wear? What footwear to sport? To wear or not earrings like dangling Christmas lanterns hung in our gardens with the colors that attract attention like they have this built-in magnet or something? To listen to Jessica Simpson “singing” (clears throat.. ahem..) of dancing and flirting all night long? Has it been written that all college girls should apply enormous amounts of blush-on before EVERY class? (whoever wants to wear a blush on the whole day? It gives me the impression of people faking a blush. Oh.. right, an artificial blush. Great. Just great..)

I always find myself asking, since when did listening to Phantom Planet suck all the female out of me? I mean, did it? Since when did playing rock tunes with an electric guitar while in school uniform bestow manly gender upon a girl? Was rock music invented only for men? Since when did wearing black tees make somebody a tomboy? Since when? Yeah right, like wearing white will make you an angel from up above? Get a life.

For any answers, please shout the ideas to my face. I am available to serve you anytime, anywhere. Thank you.

I do apologize for the many questions and I am and feel sorry for the showcased ignorance, but I still cannot seem to remember where I was on earth when the Constitution passed such rules. (if it ever did, that is.)

Is it a crime to not put make-up on? Is it a sin if I refuse to wear skirts during occasions? (By the way, I think I should sign up with the Conservatives’ Party) Am I killing dear Mother Earth if I keep on wearing my shorts? (Survey says that most teens prefer jeans over shorts or slacks, and I am not part of that majority. I think jeans feel hot on the skin. And I am in a tropical country. It’s logic over norm.) Is my femininity decreased with every Green Day album I purchase? Does it make me go out of the fence of society’s norms? Should I hate Philosophy because everybody else seems to?

Also, I do not want to limit myself because I am a girl. Hell, why is that anyway? Females can do anything. I’m not really a feminist but I do have faith in the power and abilities of all women. And I believe in myself.

I hate Britney Spears. Lindsay Lohan. Paris Hilton (oh my). Jessica Simpson. And all girls with the like P.R. Yeah, yeah. I hate them all. They all played their roles in this present crisis I am going through. They gave way to a road paved with sweet scents and all their girly stuff.

Some people view them as the modern role models of what a twenty-first century girl should be. Right. Wrong. Since when did dancing almost stripped off of all tangible clothing symbolize a female we’re all proud of? Since when did they brainwash people into actually buying their so-stupid songs without looking at the content? For me, all their songs are the same. Look: they have a maximum of two chords which go on and on and on and on and on all throughout the damned song. They don’t even use real drums for the beat, what they use are drum machines. That is soooo not cool. They have lyrics talking of how she’d love to go to bed with this new hot guy, or how much she’s sick of the paparazzi following her around (yeah right. Why not talk of their going to rehab or jail? Much more realistic, I firmly believe.) AND people listen to these. I can’t see much of the point. What’s with the ignorance? Just because the songs are danceable does not give the warranty of a song being worthy. They never fail to make my blood pressure rise. And I’m only eighteen! Oh.

Norms. Let’s speak of them. What IS normal? Normal can be defined as typical, of normality. Etymologically, it comes from the Latin root “norma” which literally means “carpenter’s rule” (since we are talking of a standard set of measures to imply what is and what isn’t normal). Normal is the modifier arriving from the noun norm, something generally thought of by the society as acceptable.

Thus, being normal, then, means “following the norms”. Following the typical. Following the average. Following. Urgh. The word alone kills my lungs. I hate it.. I think, so, it would not hurt to go a bit beyond the norms, to go beyond the usual – the typical, the average. To go beyond the norms. In lay man’s terms, to be abnormal.

ab’nor’mal, adjective: deviating from the normal or average

I admit, if we would take things denotatively, I am not very normal. (just because!!) I do not see things the way common people of my age and gender do. I do not act and think likewise. If my judgments are correct, then, I am no rebel, I am not miserable, I am not too incomplete, I am not at all partial, I am not undone, instead, I am still on the process of doing my self.. And of course, I am NO tomboy. (God, I can’t even imagine myself getting attracted to someone my own sex. EEEW!!!!) What am I?

Ever since forever I hated all things that are average. I always rathered anything but ordinary (to walk within the lies would make my life so boring, I want to know that I had been to the extreme……. I’d rather be anything but ordinary please.. woah..~~~~ hey Avril!!)

Thus, it has been confirmed in three words: I am abnormal.

Author’s note: I think should have warned my possible readers to be ready, for this essay is quite cynical. Haha. I hope someone out there, well, at least ONE, would approve of my opinions.. leave your comments please!!