Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal. - Albert Camus
It is intriguing to me how much I both agree and disagree with that quotation.
I guess it depends largely on the definition of "normal" I want to use. So I looked it up, and deleted the definitions which cannot be applied to people.
Etymology: Latin normal is, from norma
Date: circa 1696
2 a : according with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle b : conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern
3 : occurring naturally
4 a : of, relating to, or characterized by average intelligence or development b : free from mental disorder : SANE
What are the good aspects of being normal? Well, sanity for one. Not needing to be locked up. Not drawing fear or mockery. Fitting in, at least somewhat, as an acceptable and useful member of society. These things I like and appreciate. These are the reasons I sometimes expend energy to seem normal, and why I understand where Camus was coming from.
On the opposite end of my emotions are the bad aspects of normalcy. Conforming to a rule, being average, being ordinary (perish the thought!). Mediocrity. These are the concepts I rage against, shy away from, and generally have avoided all my life.
Just remember: you're a unique individual, just like everyone else in the world. I don't really know what goes on inside of other people's heads. Nobody does, even when they try to pretend to. I have always wondered if other people think and feel and hurt and worry and agonize about things the same way I do. Often their actions seem to indicate they don't...I have spent a lot of my life feeling different. Sometimes I feel special and unique, other times I just feel Different.
But even when I hate feeling Different, I don't want to be like those Other People; I don't want to just be one of the masses.
When I was in high school, a few friends and I formed a branch of the Flat Earth Society. No, we didn't really think the earth was flat, we just thought it was a uniquely unusual idea. It was about embracing being different. We called our group MENTAL (Modern Earth Notions of Actual Levelness), and would refer obliquely to the one word which was unspeakable among our friends -- "lamron-spelled-backwards", we would call it. The only sin was to be normal. I still to this day like to think of "normal" as a bad word, which shouldn't be spoken.
Now that I'm older, I don't worry so much about appearing different, looking different. It's not about appearances, in the end, so it doesn't really matter if I have an outlandish haircut or if I dress in all black. I know that the things which make me Different remain on the inside, keeping me apart from the seething thoughtless masses. I have learned that a skull ring won't make them more obvious, just as a business suit won't make them go away (even if it will make me hideously uncomfortable and antsy).
From a distance, I think I look and act pretty normal. Is it an act? I don't know. Maybe we all are just acting this way. But if it is, then who decided how it is we are supposed to act?