What is Normal? in Journal

I’m not sure that Normal exists…

I’ve never met a Normal person. Sure, there are people that fall within every average parameter. But how did they get there? Surely by no Normal means, and I’ll stake my life on it that they will not be there for long.

Past the niceties and how-do-you-do’s; the authentic self is limitlessly fascinating. Two people my explore the facets of their own, and the other’s and their forever dynamic related personhood, into eternity, without ever crossing the same ground twice. Something I have noticed about myself is that if I allow the other to guide my responses, I would never say the same thing to two people. Interaction with the other person creates a unique and new being; something can never come up exactly the same again. And that being changes over time.

We all have different qualities and talents. Perhaps most of us sense this authenticity when it shows up; others know how to create it, and still others know how to exhibit it in such a beautiful and fantastic way that the blind learn to see. Maybe these qualities or talents are innate. Maybe they are learned. Certainly, I can attest to have been able to sense some part of it for most or all of my life. Most of the time I can recognize it; sometimes I can create it.

My mother used to tell me to never talk to anyone about things you can sense but others can’t. I know that, at the time, it was the best advice she had to give. And I knew she was right. Because people are fickle like that; they will as often burn you as light your way. Especially if you’re not the same. And I don’t blame them. It’s just unexamined instinct; survival prerogative.

I often ask myself how I know things. And there is no real answer. It would be like, I suppose, asking how do I know that trees exist? Well. I see them, can feel them, I can read about them from other’s perspectives, and can ask my neighbor about them. So I assume that they exist based on all of these external sense perceptions. I must also believe that to see is to experience reality (to trust the senses) and that my peers also do the same.
Yet there are things I know that come from no sense I can rightly name. Except for perhaps intuition.

I guess Intuition is a real sense.