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Am I normal, or do I just know crazy people?

Permalink 01/10/07 at 10:22:16 pm, by Ed, 199 words   English (US)
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Several people I know have these really weird, crazy dreams that they want to pursue in life that seem very specific and outrageous. More like a plot to a movie than a future goal. And they feel it with all their being, and they are depressed every day that they cannot fulfill their destiny.

But I don't have anything like that. I thought that I was strange, that I was weird. Different. But when I look at that and think, "I'm not like that. I'm mellow. I don't have crazy strange future goals," it makes me wonder whether I really am a madman. Have I gone normal? Or do I just know some really "out there" people?

They write in their blog about their crazy future goal of how they want to move to Japan and have a lover named Miyuuo (conveniently asexual) who will teach them to properly execute a tea ceremony and will own a cherry blossom orchard with them in the mountains and every morning they will look out their window and see a mandarin duck.

I write in my blog about how I don't have a crazy future goal. I guess I am just normal.

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