My baseline Normal v1.0 and all changes that came after would stack up to be anything but Normal.
Like many people, I got drilled with an initial idea of normal at a young age. Then, as I played in the field with everyone else’s normal, that idea fractured and I was left with a few different variations. Soon, I was jumping between pieces or versions from moment to moment, like a kid jumping on different sized rocks along a rockpool to avoid the water. I felt I had to find a sure way to serve both all those around me as well as these fresh inner urges that never let up, by somehow housing, then unleashing my youthful volatility, and then housing it again until the next time it could roam free.
Showing no signs of slowing, I powered on in refined foods and fast thoughts as ‘new highly combustible fuels’ hit the scene. I had little interest in staying with the boring, default 1.0 version of normal or the baseline. Instead, my ‘normal’ went on to double, if not triple digits, until I peaked at Version 99.9.
That said, I could always jump back to 1.0 when needed, in the simple blink of an eye. By some built-in mechanism, I could immediately switch modes and get back to base in order to satisfy older people who would expect basic movements out of me.
At first, holding 1.0 proved that we all still shared the same traits and hadn’t lost our compatibility over the course of our time together. But give me another 20 minutes or so, and I would feel myself getting antsy. And not long after, there I’d go. You would now clearly notice that this kid and age-old-setting were no longer meant to be.
The Kamikaze Kid
You see, the hardest part about being 1.0 was holding my position for an extended time. An hour felt like 5 or 10, and the mission became overbearing. I would be trying my best NOT to wriggle out of a boring situation and into an interesting one.
Whereas, perhaps prior to my environmental exposures and pressures that included filling my head with Earth’s concentrates, or its more wild side (such as secret boundary hopping into new forms of stimulations), sure, things may have gone the other way with an effort needed to get to the ‘less’, ‘ab’ or ‘over’ normal versions in a boring yet steady life choice. But in reality, this everyday path that worked for most people definitely wasn’t part of my plan, nor would it ever have succeeded for me.
For some reason, my tendency to be elusive from a young age was far too strong as my mind was always running off on tangents. Hence, I simply came gift-wrapped this way from the get-go of my life. Also, once that turbo fuel kicked in and the fun lit up in my environment, there was never a chance of living out a normal life. Except, only in exhibition mode, which I did ace for a very short while.
Then from this point on, I had no interest in slowing and pursued every process in OVERDRIVE.