What Is Normal?

My Baseline Version 1.0 & All Changes Since

Like many people, I got drilled with an initial idea of normal at a young age. Then, as I played in the field, it fractured into a few. Soon I’d jump between pieces or versions from moment to moment like I do on rocks along a creek. Somehow, housing my youthful volatility meant I had to find a sure way to serve both those around me AND these new inner urges that never let up.

Showing no signs of slowing, while, instead, I powered on in refined foods and thoughts as now, highly combustible fuels, I had little interest in staying with the default. Which, went onto, double, if not triple, digits. I.e. I peaked at Version 99.99

However, in saying this, I could also always jump back to 1.0 when needed, in the simple blink. By some built-in mechanism, I’d immediately switch modes and get back to base in order to satisfy older people who’d expect basic movements out of me.

Holding 1.0 surprisingly proved that we all still shared the same traits and hadn’t lost our compatibility over the course 🙄. But give me, say, another 20 minutes or so, and I’d feel myself getting antsy. While not long after, there I’d go. You’d 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’d be trying my best NOT to wriggle out!

Whereas, perhaps prior to my environmental pressures that included filling my head with Earth’s concentrates from secret boundary hopping, sure, things may have gone the other way with effort needed instead to get to the ‘less’ ‘ab’ or ‘over’ normal versions, in a boring yet steady life choice. But this path definitely wasn’t part of my plan or would ever have worked for me.

For some reason, my tendency to be sneaky from young was far too strong, so I came gift-wrapped this way! Don’t look at me… Take it up with the Gods!

 Once that turbo fuel kicked in and the fun lit up, there was no chance of ever living a normal life  — except, only in exhibition mode, which, I aced, for a SHORT while.

From here, I had no interest in slowing and pursued every process in OVERDRIVE.

Sneaky face
My Inner-Earthly Child

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