Mycroft
Ministry of Serendipity
It really matters to us what people think of us. We balk at the idea of being considered a bit weird. We want to be considered as nice, as normal. We're pretty acutely receptive to whether we fit in, or whether we don't. We praise individualism, and want to be considered unique but we are, in fact, deeply influenced by our picture of what is ‘normal’ in our society.
This is a problem because normality is something of an illusion and a paradox at the same time. We have very little idea what 'normality' is other than 'it's not this weird ****, for certain'. The trouble is that this 'weird ****' people denigrate is so frequent and common in people as actually be a normal state of affairs.
If you:
- sense you’ve married the wrong person
- get sick with envy when a friend succeeds
- think about your partner’s sister in bed
- want to cry when anyone criticises you
- dislike the way you look
- panic at the thought of having a conversation with a stranger
- worry a great deal about farting in public
- feel you might vomit in a meeting out of fear
- can’t sleep well in hotels
- find that your voice starts to give way or crack when you have to speak to anyone important
- are worried about sitting on a dirty toilet seat
- trip over tiny cracks in the pavement
- have sexual thoughts about members of your own family
- bump your head trying to get nonchalantly into a taxi
- are turned on by some pretty weird people in the news, like the president of Russia
- masturbate a lot
- regard yourself as a fraud
- worry about not making it to the toilet in time
- walk into doors, lampposts, car wing mirrors and bollards
- often worry that other people can see your genitals
- are gripped by the fear you will by mistake spit on your dining companion in a restaurant
- fear other people think you’re a pervert
- still think about a relationship that ended badly eleven years ago
...then I have news for you: You're pretty damned normal.
The normality that we think of is something that's painted for us very abstractly by society as a whole, yet this idea of normality painted for us is wholly without definition. Ask someone 'what's normal?' and nobody can give you a straight answer because nobody really knows. But we're strangely certain that normal isn't being aroused by animals, or crossdressing, or having a terror of bananas and so we never speak of these things. We keep them to ourselves. And so we're overtaken by the abstract normality presented to us by equally abstract agencies.
People have often accused me of being a bit weird. And that's fine because they're right. But it's okay to be weird because I know that everybody is in their own particular ways. The difference between me and everyone else is that I'm far more aware of it, and far more comfortable with it than they are. This gives me something relative to a peace of mind. And that's a very rare thing to attain in these days.
Yes, I'm weird. But I know it, and I'm okay with it. I'll take peace of mind for 1500, Alex.
This is a problem because normality is something of an illusion and a paradox at the same time. We have very little idea what 'normality' is other than 'it's not this weird ****, for certain'. The trouble is that this 'weird ****' people denigrate is so frequent and common in people as actually be a normal state of affairs.
If you:
- sense you’ve married the wrong person
- get sick with envy when a friend succeeds
- think about your partner’s sister in bed
- want to cry when anyone criticises you
- dislike the way you look
- panic at the thought of having a conversation with a stranger
- worry a great deal about farting in public
- feel you might vomit in a meeting out of fear
- can’t sleep well in hotels
- find that your voice starts to give way or crack when you have to speak to anyone important
- are worried about sitting on a dirty toilet seat
- trip over tiny cracks in the pavement
- have sexual thoughts about members of your own family
- bump your head trying to get nonchalantly into a taxi
- are turned on by some pretty weird people in the news, like the president of Russia
- masturbate a lot
- regard yourself as a fraud
- worry about not making it to the toilet in time
- walk into doors, lampposts, car wing mirrors and bollards
- often worry that other people can see your genitals
- are gripped by the fear you will by mistake spit on your dining companion in a restaurant
- fear other people think you’re a pervert
- still think about a relationship that ended badly eleven years ago
...then I have news for you: You're pretty damned normal.
The normality that we think of is something that's painted for us very abstractly by society as a whole, yet this idea of normality painted for us is wholly without definition. Ask someone 'what's normal?' and nobody can give you a straight answer because nobody really knows. But we're strangely certain that normal isn't being aroused by animals, or crossdressing, or having a terror of bananas and so we never speak of these things. We keep them to ourselves. And so we're overtaken by the abstract normality presented to us by equally abstract agencies.
People have often accused me of being a bit weird. And that's fine because they're right. But it's okay to be weird because I know that everybody is in their own particular ways. The difference between me and everyone else is that I'm far more aware of it, and far more comfortable with it than they are. This gives me something relative to a peace of mind. And that's a very rare thing to attain in these days.
Yes, I'm weird. But I know it, and I'm okay with it. I'll take peace of mind for 1500, Alex.