There’s something I’ve been thinking about quite a bit lately, because I find it so ironic in the most satisfying way.
We at times, some more than others, find ourselves feeling weird. Or different. Or anxious about feeling weird and different.
Yet, it is exactly that, the feelings of weirdness and anxiousness, that make us so much the same, aka normal.
Could you imagine if you NEVER felt off? Now THAT would be weird.