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normality. ‘I’m so sorry’ and ‘I’m listening’ should be our two most habitual phrases.
One thing art can do is to reassure us of the normality of pain, it can be sad with and for us.
My moon's in Leo, my cancer is sun You won't play, you're no fun Well, I don't care what they think Drag racing, my little red sports car I'm not unhinged or unhappy, I'm just wild I'm on the run with you, my sweet love There's nothing wrong, contemplating God Under the chemtrails, over the country clouds Wearing our jewels in the swimming pool Me and my sister just playing it cool Under the chemtrails, over the country clouds Meet you for coffee at the elementary schools We laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool It's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me I'm not bored or unhappy, I'm still so strange and wild You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter Watching the chemtrails over the country clouds Suburbia, the Brentwood Market, what to do next?
It's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me.
I was trying to seek out normality,
I was trying to seek out normality, but I kind of have to accept who I am, the position
In the end, I put so much effort into this mask of normality that nobody could even tell that I had one.
In the end, I put so much effort into this mask of normality that nobody could even tell that I had one.
One of the saddest symptoms of not having been treated well in childhood is a remarkable tolerance – indeed an appetite – for not being treated entirely nicely by partners in adulthood. As graduates of rocky pasts, we are at high risk of ending up recklessly passive around partners who don't appear to have too much interest in our true needs or aspirations. Where others would read a sharp risk in such neglect, we simply sense normality. Where others would be plotting an escape, we settle in for the long term.
Where others would read a sharp risk in such neglect, we simply sense normality.
Because of the prestige that we have collectively accorded to the news, the hurried judgements of skittish third-rate minds are allowed to determine nothing less than our view of "normality".
of skittish third rate minds are allowed to determine nothing less than our view of ‘normality’.
In suburban Chicago, the modest house at 8213 West Somerdale Avenue looked like the picture of normality until investigators found what lay beneath, literally.
In suburban Chicago, the modest house at 8213 West Summerdale Avenue looked like the picture of normality until investigators found what lay beneath, literally.
And we're so far from the scale that it needs, that the Gazans need today to go back to what we can call eventually, at some point, maybe a normality.
And we're so far from the scale that it needs that the Gazans need today to go back to what we can call eventually, at some point, maybe a normality.
How much do we need to insist on our own normality and wholehearted sanity?
when, the matter is not especially pleasant? How much do we need to insist on our own normality