the usuals .
a few days ago, in public and in broad daylight, i said (a little too loudly) that normal people don’t matter. i was about to retract my statement before i realised it was true.
all that bullshit they feed you about how “normal people can make a difference” and how “your vote counts” is crap. the people that make a difference are not “normal” because if they were they couldn’t make a difference. and for the sake of this arguement i must mention that the people that vote don’t make a difference either; the politicians do. and most of the time their policies are practically the same, give or take the ultra conservatism on the right wing.
people that make a difference are labled. they transcend the world of “normality” and become categorised in different boxes. the angry feminists became lesbians. the communists became the threat from the east; evil little red band people that threatened stability and a way of life. the people trying to change the world became terrorists.
they all have their own ideology, they all have their own motivations and they all have their own backgrounds. but they don’t have normality.
my english teacher once taught us something like this. his point was that only beautiful people matter. it made a lot of sense at the time because he gave us a lot of examples; when we read novels and picture the main characters in our heads, they are always beautiful. actors are beautiful.
beautiful people, i have realised, are not normal. they glow. they’re vibrant and ecstatic and confident.
we are normal. us people, the people that just sit here and read the news, rather than taking part of it. the people that believe their vote or voice actually counts, while they’re actually being manipulated into thinking what they think. or the people that think differently, but are too scared or lazy or just can’t be fucked to do anything about it.
we’re all normal. and we don’t matter.