I told the doctor I was overtired, anxiety-ridden, compulsively active, constantly depressed, with recurring fits of paranoia. Turns out I’m normal.
I told the doctor I was overtired, anxiety-ridden, compulsively active, constantly depressed, with recurring fits of paranoia. Turns out I’m normal.
Ever meet a normal person? How did you like it?
Normal is not something to aspire to, it’s something to get away from.
Normal is nothing more than a cycle on a washing machine.
America’s present need is not heroics but healing; not nostrums but normalcy.
