tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post6986004428690955068..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Feeling Normalchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-34339052292348699522009-09-02T19:50:58.124-07:002009-09-02T19:50:58.124-07:00I don't think, Erin, that it is all that odd f...I don't think, Erin, that it is all that odd for teenagers to freak out about feeling weird and strange, and if one's parents seem to be strange too, why then how much more awful can it get? Easy. What if the kids at school decide you are weird and strange? What if they think your Dad ought to disappear (being in my case the Dean of Boys and disciplinarian in the high school I attended)?<br /><br />I was absolutely desperate for another life.<br /><br />Eventually I grew out of it. Sort of.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-81147702491639250242009-09-02T18:44:15.009-07:002009-09-02T18:44:15.009-07:00Hum. Have I known this! Got accused of it just t...Hum. Have I known this! Got accused of it just today. Don't think it's my truth any more but it sure was once.<br /><br />I do wonder if there is such a thing as normal. And isn't it funny that we should ever quest for that, but I understand.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-820087741217396732009-09-01T19:59:56.410-07:002009-09-01T19:59:56.410-07:00Some of us just ain't normal, never were, neve...Some of us just ain't normal, never were, never will be. If you are in some 10% or less of the population or other, you will often be the only guy in the room. If we all wear masks then even if you are like someone else you may never know it. If we all wear masks then even when you have some small things in common with others, just some small things, even then you may not get a chance to notice. The isolation of falsehood even when it is not intended has the power to kill.<br /><br />That is a deep structure in the illness of alcoholism, but not only there.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-74314004714610847872009-09-01T17:51:28.604-07:002009-09-01T17:51:28.604-07:00I think you sum up very neatly (and honestly, yes)...I think you sum up very neatly (and honestly, yes) why alcoholism is so tough to break out of. Honesty is good, be proud to have set these thoughts down so simply and elegantly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-43676042519476641912009-09-01T16:15:37.746-07:002009-09-01T16:15:37.746-07:00I'd like to give this to my dear relative who ...I'd like to give this to my dear relative who is an alcoholic - recently off the wagon and trying to get back on. The dust in the air is her normalcy.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-36519975630292826352009-09-01T07:41:04.208-07:002009-09-01T07:41:04.208-07:00I felt so not normal in high school. I yearned fo...I felt so not normal in high school. I yearned for a normal family, normal interests (which I didn't have a clue about), and I had a next door family that looked normal to me in every respect. I ached to live with them. This was so deep in me that eventually I did live with them. I have never wavered in my opinion to this day that they were normal ordinary people while we were not. What has changed for me over the years is being okay in my own skin. That was decidedly not the case when I was in high school. I was desperate.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-82217099145673514222009-09-01T05:36:58.724-07:002009-09-01T05:36:58.724-07:00Clarity takes energy and work and recovery is neve...Clarity takes energy and work and recovery is never ending. Good for you for being honest with yourself and with others. Like your poem, I may feel an urge to kick up the dust but how I handle the urge shows me where I am in my recovery. Stay well.CiCihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615265608675467505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-88298839977746857422009-08-31T20:41:54.948-07:002009-08-31T20:41:54.948-07:00I like the idea of normal meaning happy. I think I...I like the idea of normal meaning happy. I think I am going to adopt that definition..<br /><br />Life .....<br />LindaLinda S. Sochahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03281672541959206302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-8196247712295933972009-08-31T20:17:18.327-07:002009-08-31T20:17:18.327-07:00Am grinning wryly here....yeah, how to define norm...Am grinning wryly here....yeah, how to define normal, hmmmmm. <br />I'm working on normal meaning happy....<br /><br />love you<br /><br />xMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.com