I come to question my humanity when my parents started to ask me to be normal.
Seriously? I've never really considered myself as weird until my parents told me that. Even when my friends says I'm weird... I was a little taken a back, because... 'Really? I'm weird?' because I honestly, guilelessly, didn't think I was. But since my parents said that, I then accepted the fact that maybe I am pretty weird.
But even then I don't really know why I'm weird. And it's unsettling because I accept the label but don't really comprehend why. It's just arguing that I'm not weird is confusing for me to handle, and when everyone seemed to think so but you, you would start to ask if they're right and that maybe you just don't realize it because you're you (Or because you're weird? Maybe).
So once in a while, I would wonder about what does it mean to be normal anyway?
What does it even mean to be human?
Because lately, instead of being 'weird', it's more like I'm less and less of a human. Or probably my definition of 'human'. Maybe because I don't like them that I tried to be less them. Or less them in my eye. But it's not like I value myself highly anyway. I don't know. Being not being is very confusing for me. Maybe it's just all in my head. In my mind.
And human mind is a very scary place.
I wonder if I'm less of a human would it be less scary.
