Humans are the epitome of a paradox.

Weird, different, odd; the typical pretenses prescribed to those with atypical attributes and characteristics. Possessing a perceptible form of said qualities, I have experienced supposed, systemic disbandment by and from my peers. My seemingly distinct Individuality only gained such attention due to my assets being so blatantly evident; nonetheless, blatantly evident or discreetly observable, we are all distinguishably weird.

Moreover, I am no rare case- no diamond in the rough, nor needle in a haystack – rather I am only a speck, merely composing a fragment of the ostensibly simple construct of the human monolith.

Everyone in the human race is normal. Our base normality stems from the abstract complexity of every single person. All individuals are constructed of unparalleled experiences, sporadically biological genes, and ever-so-evolving traits which definitively and distinctly differentiates one from another. Knowing this, it is impossible to completely, fully empathize or sympathize with another Individual. This very anomaly has been the foundation of several questions posed by various philosophers throughout history. Thus, the chase to riddling these puzzles began: Social sciences.

Be that as it may, social scientific jargon does not (yet, at least) extend to the depth of being able to anatomize all of the intricacies which makes up each person apart of the human race; each and every one of us possess a unique perspective as well as idiosyncratic traits which distinguish us – to such a degree that science has yet to decipher.

According to this logic, being uniquely different is normal; it is only when one wholly resembles another individual that that particular person becomes truly and irrefutably weird – now, let’s rejoice in our normality.