Memoir Monday: Normal
I always wonder if there is a rule book on being normal, every time I say I haven’t gone on a roller coaster, or don’t really like playing videogames, or that I’d rather eat a spinach soup than chocolate ice cream or cake, or other things, the kids around me think I’m weird, and for them, that’s bad.
In third grade, as I commented these things I noticed people looked at me as in looking at an alien. They made me think of the thousands of kids in Africa for example that have never maybe even heard of a rollercoaster, that haven’t seen a video game in their life, and that would do anything for soup of any kind, but for them, that was something weird.
What about the people like me? The ones with those unusual opinions, where they treated different, where they looked like aliens? That day in third grade they then said things like ¨ what a weirdo! ¨ or ¨That’s strange. ¨ and then I asked them ¨Is that bad? ¨ and what they answered me confused me, ¨No, its just weird.¨
That made me realize that as kids grow older they judge people by their differences more and more, and I believe that is incorrect.
I always wonder if there is a rule book on being normal, every time I say I haven’t gone on a roller coaster, or don’t really like playing videogames, or that I’d rather eat a spinach soup than chocolate ice cream or cake, or other things, the kids around me think I’m weird, and for them, that’s bad.
In third grade, as I commented these things I noticed people looked at me as in looking at an alien. They made me think of the thousands of kids in Africa for example that have never maybe even heard of a rollercoaster, that haven’t seen a video game in their life, and that would do anything for soup of any kind, but for them, that was something weird.
What about the people like me? The ones with those unusual opinions, where they treated different, where they looked like aliens? That day in third grade they then said things like ¨ what a weirdo! ¨ or ¨That’s strange. ¨ and then I asked them ¨Is that bad? ¨ and what they answered me confused me, ¨No, its just weird.¨
That made me realize that as kids grow older they judge people by their differences more and more, and I believe that is incorrect.
ines i relly like your story because you explain how people think you are weird.
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