Approaching Normal
There has always been one defining moment shared in all my relationships I’ve encountered in my life. Each person chooses to share the moment with me differently, some approach it through humor, hoping that through some moment of laughter the statement they are about to make will somehow be taken less personally. Others choose to sit me down and carefully break the news to me, as though I have some sort of life threatening illness and they must muster the strength to be there for me at such a life changing event. However they decide to break it to me, they all have one thing to share….
”Mesina, you’re nuts”
My response is always the same ”You love it”. And let’s be honest, the fact is they do. Maybe not all the time, I mean I can think of a million situations where I probably should behave myself, however I cannot really think of one situation where I’d like to. Being ”normal” doesn’t seem to me to be anything I’d be happy settling down with. In fact me and normal broke up when I was 7 and decided that so long as we stayed together the world was going to be a pretty dull place indeed. He tried to write to me a few times over the years, I told him to piss off I wasn’t interested.
The fact is, I’m very happy with the way I am, the madness I bring to others and my own life adds a certain zest to my day and sometimes to those on the receiving end (other times I’m sure they could do without me) Yep I’d say that not a single person could argue that it certainly has made me unique and as my closest friends once described me ”You are like a whirlwind of energy, flying in like a hurricane and leaving chaos behind you”….precisely how I like it.
This blog will surely reflect the way I see my day to day life, the experiences I have, the people I encounter and the sheer utter randomness that enters my head on a daily basis (trust me, you will only want limited amounts of that) and of course the people that make my life seemingly normal on the surface – My 3 children and wonderful partner whom keep me from doing things too drastically (such as running off, dying my hair green and covering myself in gawdy tattoos…hmmm)
I’m pretty sure my fridge magnet says it all:
