I M Perfect lady

A new young friend of mine wrote about Normal in her blog (http://www.erinstales.blogspot.com/) and it led me to the point of just because it is normal doesn’t mean it is right.

Somehow we believe that normal equates right, just because most are doing it.

We somehow have fallen into compliance with the majority and forget to have independent thoughts and even worse separate actions, we tend to find comfort in moving in huge numbers and then call it normal.

No matter what the swarm is doing.

Fitting in seems to be the way of it instead of fitting out.

Even if fitting in means you must do something wrong or go against your inner compass.

I love that normal only means the majority…okay, here is the definition from her blog.

nor-mal
adjective
1. conforming to the standard or common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural,
2. serving to establish a standard.

What is standard for cult like religions? What is standard or common for dysfunctional families?  It is this that is their normal, but it doesn’t make it right or healthy or anything.

Somehow normalcy has slipped by us as a character of being good, when in fact it simply means a repetitive behavior, but not the content of it.

When my life was turned upside down and I went in search of normal, it was illusive.  I didn’t know who I was nor could I find a template of normal anywhere, nor perfection. 

Normal changed for each person and in each situation and again, ruled by the majority.

What I had thought were ‘standards’ of my old religion, were just behaviors all succumbed to…but they were lacking of content…or when put to practice fell apart.  Their only strength came from the number of people believing in them, not in the actual belief itself.

I am certain this is true for most things.

My father is being held up by the volume of people who call him father, but not by his own content.

I am very wary now of what is called normal…for it could be a lens that changes what lies behind.

I am also very happy to say, I am not a ‘normal’ member of my family of origin.

Normal doesn’t make anything right or true.