Monday Musings-normal is relative to weird


What feels normal to you? Is it fitting in with the crowd, wearing clothes that are in style, or using a trending hashtag? Are you meant to blend in with the crowd or stick out like a sore thumb? I was always the later in my childhood days. The more I tried to fit in with the popular crowd the more I stood out. I’ve been called strange, weirdo, drama queen, and a worry wart. I wasn’t meant to be in the popular crowd morphing into something I’m not. I was born to shine and be my unique self.

I don’t believe there’s enough of that in today’s world. Most of society is convinced to buy the newest electronic device, wear the latest brand name, and listen to the most popular band. There was a word for these people when I was in high school, they were called sheep. This wasnt something I would judge because we’re all looking for validation in some way or another.

It’s lonely being the one without the big group of friends and on everyone’s social list. It also wasn’t something I strived to be either I found the pressure to be excepted by the cool kids was to immense for my fragile ego. I still don’t gravitate to that in my life. What’s the point of transforming your beautiful, unique self into someone that you don’t recognize nor respect. I walked this path once while my clothes were ridiculed, my hair style was criticized, and I sat there getting makeup applied with a heavy hand to my face. All I wanted to do was impress a boy and I ended up walking away from it all and the insanity and holding my self esteem intact.

After that brief experience of doubting myself I knew I had to work even harder on loving and excepting myself. As soon as I knew who I was other people would want to know too. In the first time in a very long time I feel comfortable in my skin. I laugh at my own jokes, break into song when I feel the urge, and I dance to the beat of my drum. This is who I’m comfortable being and how I raise my kids to be. I’ve lived my life with the philosophy of believing in myself and honouring that child that my parents brought into the world. Every time I let insecurities take their toll my soul dies a little. Normal is relative to weird and I’m ok with that.

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Jeanine Lebsack

Writer, research assistant, podcaster, reiki healer, and a passionate advocate for neurodiversity. On my writing journey I’ve discovered a plethora of passions including writing, researching, entertaining through song and dance, with a desire to explore and create something transformational and healing. I believe in the sacred art of storytelling and that there’s power in the written and spoken word. Join me on my journey using the magic of words, music, and heart song. I believe we create ripples of energy that flow throughout the universe and by sharing our stories it creates change, positivity, and healing. Have a listen to my podcast on Spotify and Anchor at House of a Writer.

17 thoughts on “Monday Musings-normal is relative to weird

  • 17 November 2015 at 6:15 pm

    Well said Jeanine! I never fit in anywhere because everyone is quick to brand me “weird.” Eventually I gave up trying and although I had more crap thrown at me for being an individual (note: it was the intolerant times of 80s Reagan America) I was able to forge my own niche in life and don’t regret it nor should you. That one boy will one day realize what he missed.

    • 18 November 2015 at 5:12 am

      Awe Mike you always know just what I need to read at the right time. Weird is a what I gravitate to , it makes me feel right at home! Regan 80’s era are times I remember very well. The first time I ever heard the word weirdo. That boy set me on a path to realizing what I didn’t want in my life. We’re a tribe my dear friend and we wear our uniqueness as a badge of honour. ??

  • 17 November 2015 at 7:45 pm

    Well said indeed!
    So nice to see others with this point of view.
    Yes I will admit that I am considered relatively trendy and with it but never at the expense of anything else. I would not opt for a trend if it made me look ridiculous and I would not opt for a gang of people if I thought there was an underlying issue with them. I am even wary on how I chose my friends and although I will always give them a second chance I am never as committed to them second time around.
    We have to liveth life WE want and not what the media tells us to. We have to make the choices WE want and not what fashion tells us to. That way, as you say we are happy in our own skin and THAT is ALL that matters.

  • 19 November 2015 at 6:40 pm

    I now see it as a blessing that all my many efforts to fit in NEVER worked. But boy was it hard at the time!!!!

    • 19 November 2015 at 8:53 pm

      I agree I wanted to momentarily but to be judged so harshly by people I wanted to like me was a game changer. I cured myself of that need very quickly. Now I know I was born to stand out in the crowd and shine. ??

  • 20 November 2015 at 6:23 am

    ” What’s the point of transforming your beautiful, unique self into someone that you don’t recognize nor respect….”

    ^Truth! Well said friend!

    • 20 November 2015 at 6:44 am

      Thank you honey I never saw the point of changing me for others. I’m so glad that I learned that early in life. ❤️


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