Surviving My Internal Apocalypse

So it’s now easy to understand how everyone perceives themselves as normal regardless of what is actually occurring. My perspective is relative to its fuels and the environment in which it stands. If everyone consumes similar fuels, i.e., in our food and thoughts, then within the group it’s absolutely normal!

After clearly watching and learning this vital intake factor down the track, what a relief as it’s not only me who had a screw loose. I now only have to look around to see contradiction running rampant everywhere!

You see, we’ve all had either a dash, spoonful or a cup of something toxic in our younger days (otherwise you are a real freak!). So one’s interpretation of normal simply lays somewhere in between the ‘conservative’ and ‘greedy’ consumer, who had more or less time to think.

Finally, a sigh of post-zombie relief…

For once, in a long, long time, I feel optimistic and energised. A broadened perspective picked me up at a time when I was hopelessly down.

De-Zombifying & Becoming Stronger

Now I ought to touch on the gene pool briefly since it appears nature has gone rampant as well. From personal experience, a few of us inherit more wild features in our genes when crossbred along certain lines, which adds to a greater challenge. However, I’m now convinced of a mutation that can occur and tighten up these inner gadgets of mine from observing two fundamental measures.

Observations For Mutation: Two Main Measures
  1. Better managing my psychological and physical intakes/fuels.

    Don’t be a slave to those taste buds. A taste-dependant existence will avalanche into problems down the track for most people. It’s bad practice to rely on those white-coated folks!

  2. Understanding Psychological Time & Space at the deeper level.

    It’s a difficult one to comprehend. But I believe that this insight alone can also mutate the cells in my body.

Perhaps my problems only worsened because I spent too much energy juggling each normal version growing up. I constantly worried about the generational and cultural gap to keep audiences happy while dealing with youthful urges.

But today I’m ok in sharing around some of the blame with my elders. Blame, lesson, learning or experiment. Or simply, life in general, existence, or whatever you want to call these pixels that surround us.

Multiple versions of me
My Normalcy Complex