- I Just want to be Normal, Please.
DISCLAIMER: This post is to be read with a sad tone.
I’m not saying I’m “above” or “below” other people. I’m just saying I’m not like the average person. And I am sometimes sad about it. Today is the day. I am so sad that I’m crying while chugging this stupid bottle of San Pellegrino.
My environment is too diverse, too heterogenous.
Why do I have to talk to both stupid non-intelligent idiots, semi-smarts, and people who are way more intelligent than I am? Why is it so heterogenous?
Why do people who are nice to me and people who are arrogant to me (way before I started acting arrogant to/near them on purpose) talking to me?
Why am I forced to be “the best” (by… ahem-ahem) but am resolved to the “means of the common” (whatever this means? I apologize.)?
Why do the best and the worst things (if you know, you know; if you don’t, just believe me – it’s something you’d get a PTSD from) have to happen to me?
Why do some things I say get classified as completely normal in some (many, to be honest) social circles (not countries. social circles) and sort of arrogant in others?!
Why-- (genuine interruption in my steam-of-consciousness)
I get that I am a person. I get that it’s because I am living. I get that it’s because I GET to live.
But can’t it be easier? What if I say please? Pretty-pretty please?
Is this even Woe from Wit? I don’t really think so. For that to be true, I’d need to be smart & intelligent. And I’m not even that. (People who say that I am smart & intelligent contribute to this exact case of cognitive dissonance.)
And even if it means woe from wit, then so be it.
There are just so many things on my plate. And it’s not even my choice whether I keep them on.
This is all too exhausting for a 17-year-old. I am but a human being. (I’m fine.)
Love and peace ♥️,
- Nihad Badalov
2025-11-14