Just Another Blog

Oh boy, a blog. I guess here I can type whatever is on my mind. As for what I'll do here, if you're wondering, I'll probably just post some rants, some life things, and I guess whatever I want to tell the world...



Okay, I just had to see that. Anyway, let me introduce myself first. My name is JustAnotherLeafeon (obviously), but you folks can call me Leaf if you want to. Here's a shocker; I'm not a leafeon. I know, right? Flabbergasting. And now to copy a bit from my about me.

"One of the main things is that I am not the most outgoing person in the world or, as some may call it, shy. But with it comes my so called 'zen' attitude. I'm not quick to anger and also quite patient. I can also draw, and I shall probably make some sort of icon eventually maybe. With friends, though, I could be way out there. Funny, witty, and random."

Okay, with that out of the way, I hope you don't mind if I rant a bit. What about? How does the word "normal" sound?

You see, we somehow all compare ourselves to a sense of "normal." This is normal, this isn't, even going so far as to classify oneself as abnormal. And what for? In fact, what are we even comparing ourselves to? What's the benchmark? Here's the thing; I don't think there is one, and that being "normal" is completely relevant form person to person. One thing you do that you think is completely normal to you could be the oddest thing to another person. So why do we strive to be normal if it's such an opinionated thing and the benchmark may as well be imaginary? I'm guessing it's because you learn at an early age that it isn't good to really show who you really are. I know it definitely applies to me. Throughout grade and mast of middle school, I would wear and do certain things that would get me picked on. Bullied, essentially. And I thought, "Why am I getting picked on? What am I doing wrong?" You see, some of the things I did and thought were "normal" things to do were not considered "normal" by some other people. Thus, they pointed it out in a very rude way. It was only until half way through middle school where I tried to find this "normal." Then, in seventh grade, I met a very good friend that taught me to embrace who I am and just be myself. He honestly changed my life. In any case, after that, I didn't really think about the norm anymore. It wasn't really one of my main concerns. But let it be known that it is indeed still there. You still get looks by doing something or wearing something weird.

All I'm saying in this very long rant and wall of text is that you shouldn't compare yourself to some "normal." Blaze your own trail. Don't be afraid to be yourself. Maybe there is this "normal" somewhere in the world. If there is, I haven't seen it. Nor do I want to.


Hey. Thanks for reading all this. I hope you didn't mind my mindless rambling and ranting.


~Leaf