I know I haven’t been what is and was considered “Normal”, my whole freaking life.
I have always marched to my own beat and could give a fuck if anybody liked it or not.
At this point in my life, I believe I am whatever the opposite of “Normal” is and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Because if what I am seeing out there is what passes for normal, I think I might have to take several more steps away from it.
one of many reasons I went to work at the VA was I wouldn’t be the crazy guy in the room anymore. and back when doing night shift. my co workers used to freak out a bit when I took off my shoulder holster before starting my shift.
one small problem, you couldn’t carry in or on the VA. so. got one of those pistol safes that fit under my truck seat.
funny thing is much later the assholes I used to work with told me I was right about
a lot of things they thought I was nuts to say.
but after we made the move to the hills, I haven’t heard from any of them.
they don’t have my number now or know where I moved too.
cell phone got tossed into the fire pit after moving up here.
kind of weird now that others are starting to stockpile food and stuff now.
learned that from grandma, she kept at least a year worth of food in her 2 root cellars and smoke houses. it was a neat layout looking back on it now. they where within 75 yards of the back porch, one to the left ad one on the right.
smoke house was built kind of in between them. spring house was closer and more toward the side of the house. grandpa was smarter than most.
my best memories as a kid where spending summer down on the farm there.
I have always said the normal is defined by society, and looking at society I do NOT want to be defined by them.
Nope. Absolutely not a normie. Always the black sheep and never fit in. Which is why I gravitate towards Phil’s island of misfit toys. I am on the right island, am I not? Normal is most definitely overrated.
Normal by my standards, I don’t give a fuck what other people think
No, I reckon I’m nothing close to normal. Although I do work hard to come across that way when out in public. Not that I worry about what people really think, it is more along the lines of trying not to draw attention to myself.
Mom was fond of saying that out of 3 kids, I caused her all of her grey hair.
I remember being yelled at at a early age about being a nonconformist. I liked the sound of that word and have strived to be the best ever at it. That probably explains why I ended up in the middle of nowhere. It’s safer for everybody this way.
I know you are not even close to normal Death, that is my professional opinion, that and 3 bucks gets you a small coffee…
Started to wake up in 2008, by 2011 I was fully awake and scared shitless for the first time in my life. Thank God I am from a Red County in a Red State. This county made the news for having the largest change from people voting D in 2004 Pres Election to voting R in 2008. I stopped watching all sportsball. I get asked if I watched such and such game and I have to say I didn’t even know they played. My wife is awake too so I am thankful. My mom and pops are awake too and that makes life easier. None of us have gotten the SHOT and none of us will. NOBODY I know ever told me not to take it and the only people I warned were my wife, mom, pops, and a nephew who is like a son. I know more people who have had the shot than I know that didn’t. NOBODY talks about it outside of my immediate family. We SEE cancer popping up all around us in our friends and neighbors. Everyone I know who had the shot has been sick regularly.
I have a rule, if the liberal left says it, I believe the opposite. I watched satellite tv for a few minutes today and the commercials about made me puke. One was for the vax, another was for chevy electric vehicles and everyone was smiling in both of them. And one for CNN, “they give you news with perspective”, yeah perspective my ASS. I almost feel sorry for anyone who believes this BS. ALMOST.
I will never be normal again and I regret ever being like that. I cringe at the things my extended family chases after and entertains themselves with. I am not jealous, I wish them the best and I pray that I am wrong and this will all blow over. But, I know in my gut it won’t. The chickens are coming home to roost in our financial system. I believe most will be truly screwed when the music stops. I will help if I can but then again I may just play like I’m stupid and try to appear to be starving too. Rant over, may God bless you Phil and Cederq, He is our only hope.
Little Dixie
Nope. Not a “normie” at all.
And I’ve always worn my eccentricity badge with honor and dignity…..by MY standards.
You wear that badge proudly on your breast pocket with pride! As I do!
I can say with a professional acumen, that 90% or better of the readers and commentators on this blog are not of societies idea of “normal” We are abi-normal as Marty Feldman playing Igor in Young Frankenstein said. I treated as a psych nurse and Behavioral Therapist people who were mental ill, depressed, manic and yes, crazy and the fine people of this blog do not exhibit those behaviors, not to say you don’t have your quarks and tics and phobias, but you are not what society wants. We are the nerds, the geeks, the independents, outliers. Be proud of that and continue. We truly are man’s last hope.
You betcha! And we BUILT this world. If we can’t fix it, then the rest are well and truly screwed….
I have been described as ‘weird’ and ‘bizarre’. I have never ‘fit in’. The teachers would talk to Mom about me ‘doing my own thing’ in school. I don’t even make the effort these days to try and fit in. It is a lot easier to stay on my path these days and not interact with society; there is a lot less stress, and I haven’t shocked anyone with what comes out of my mouth when I’ve heard enough of their drivel.
I reached equilibrium when the number of people I had disappointed equalled the number who had disappointed me. Now, I stick to (some) family and don’t rely on anyone for anything. I get great value from the blogs I read, though, because the threads and their comments reassure me that I’m not alone!
What everyone else said.
Probably younger than most on here but smart enough to know “normal” to me these days translates into completely clueless zombies. I proudly consider myself not at all normal but definitely awake.
The problem is the normies drag us along with them whether we like it or not. You can only insulate yourself so far from the nonsense. Nor do they ever seem to learn their lesson.
If the expected food shortages are severe enough, expect the normies to think they have a right to your stuff. Historically the poor always shared what little they had, but will you have a choice? To the normies we are the nail sticking out of the board.
Remember the one eyed man was not King of the blind. Being right and being prepared will just make you a target for the normie wrath when they wake up.
I definitely do not fit in the normal category. My usual comment is if it bothers you it should. People say have a nice day and I reply have the day you deserve. I am constantly called far right and I reply they are far wrong. Constantly messing with their minds.
Dave, I like that, “I reply they are far wrong.” I am so stealing that and using it, in fact I read you early this morn and used that just today and I got the strangest look back from the person. It was satisfying blowing their circuit breaker. I am called Far Right and ‘gasp’ a Republican and I am neither, independent as a pig on ice. Both sides of that bird are crooks and corrupt.
My ooda loop just operates a lot faster than most in society. Some of that is natural but most was learned.
Hello, My name is Bootmaker…and im not normal.
I’ve been not normal for as long as i can remember.
…lol, it was starting to sound like a meeting or two in here that i may have attended along the line.
When i read the question about being ‘normal’, my mind didnt at all leap to
the politics like some of yall. maybe thats what makes me not normal ?
No, instead, my mind went to an ‘us against them’ mentality…and formed a mental image of normal (suit n tie) on one side VS not normal (Maynard G Krebs) on the other side.
I credit my non normalcy to Maynard G Krebs.
In fact, I credit all of todays ‘non normal’ society to Maynard G Krebs.
maybe its an era thing
Long Live Maynard G !
I don’t know (or care), you tell me. I have given names to all the wading birds that visit my lake. I have named the resident gator and have long talks with him. I know he listens because he stays on the edge while I talk the entire time. If he is cruising out in the middle of the lake, he comes right over to the bank where I am and sits in the shallow water until I leave. I talk to the little lizards on my patio and they no longer run away. I have more conversations with animals than people and trust them a hell of a lot more. My best friends are my dogs. All politicians suck, so do lawyers. But most of all, FJB!
My fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Pierce asked me a question once. My answer elicited a response, “Don’t follow people. They will lead you down the garden path to destruction.” At least, that’s the way I remember it. That started me on the road to independent thought.
After high school, I thought I may have the call to be a missionary. A trusted mentor said, “you will need to know how to do everything if you take this path: plumber, electrician, carpenter, mechanic….. When you are offered a job, take it. Learn all you can about it. It is preparation for a life of service” And the natural curiosity I had about everything was given a purpose.
The only weird thing to me is, how we find each other on webz. I never had trouble connecting with other gear heads in real life, but it’s just the same on here. What a great tribe. And thanks for hosting this rec hall for us to play in.
I saw a human being other than my wife last week.
Maybe the week before, don’t remember. Don’t care.
ha ha, when growing up & asked what i wanted to be i said Maynard G Krebs (WORK!) !!
Nope. Not fucking normal.
Drive a 1963 ford f100, straight 6
3 on the tree.
11kw solar on my roof. With battery back up.
Have a garden.
Ham radio operator extra class.
18 year combat vet. 11 Victor.
How the fuck am I normal.
I have always been special.
Normal? Define, please, because I am *sure* I don’t fit into a niche called “normal”.
I usually go my own way and certainly not the way the rest of the Sheeple are going. I fail to see the attraction of being rich, famous, or even well-liked. I really don’t give a care. I treat people the way *I* would like to be treated (Golden Rule, y’know), but other than that your opinion will be considered… worthless, mostly. It’s a rare bird that I listen to and respect.
I CAN be trained, I like to learn new things, and try to unscrew the inscrutable, ’cause I like to build and tinker with The Universe. But the ONE thing I am not is A People Person.
Deal with it, y’all! (I’m preaching to the choir here!)
I never considered myself any kind of Normal until recently. Considering the crazy that is and has been being foisted on our society and how hard They, whoever They are, have been working to normalize it, I now see myself as a much more normal person. I think probably a better word would be natural. If crazy is normalized through PC pressures, then I’m NOT normal. I’m the normal my teachers and parents wished I had been. Well, closer than the crazies who They sure seem to want us to accept as normal.
I have no idea what dressing to put on That word salad. I hope it isn’t indigestible.
Seeing a fat,ugly Dude awarded the prize, I can’t make myself say he won, in that beauty pageant,seeing how completely reality is turned on its head, all that certainly allows me to see myself as much more Normal than ever before.
Special place in hell for a lot of people in their future.
I’m the pink monkey the brown monkeys warn you about.
Robert W. Service wrote of me on The Men Who Don’t Fit In. His epic poem fits me to a T.
Th first part of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem Alone is me …
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46477/alone-56d2265f2667d
A long time ago I wanted to be normal. Then I gave up and realized I would never be able to. Glad to see I’m not alone.