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Labeling the Depths of Normalacy

Labeling the Depths of Normalacy

Amazingly, people are rather normal, but for some reason everyone wants a label for their particular segment of normal.  It seems as if everyone likes their freedoms and so called individuality but are, at the same time, hesitant to accept their own differences as normal.

I’ve noticed many people embracing when they are informed that their difficulty in social situations is related to some sort of disorder.  People buy into it because it solves a huge problem in their lives as well as gives them an excuse for acting against social norms.

You can tell when a label is really just another term for ‘normal’ when it hits pop culture and all of a sudden many many people have a disorder of some kind.  Genius marketing.  They are selling a sense of togetherness through a concept that can neither be seen nor touched.  The payment for these labels fuels parts of industries like pharmaceuticals, therapy, and media.  The trick isn’t to find a product that solves problems, it is to sell ideas that give people peace of mind in knowing that when they speak of their life issues people will believe them and not write them off as someone who is still in the default label of ‘crazy’.

Why I Didn’t Go To My Ten Year High School Reunion

Why I Didn’t Go To My Ten Year High School Reunion

I looked at the list on facebook of the 60 or so individuals (out of over 500) who indicated that they were actually going to the reunion and thought to myself, “most of those people aren’t worth seeing for the $65 ticket fee.”  I just finished my MBA, 65 bucks is a lot of cash for me until I get my act together.  Also, I can see what people look like and what they are up to on facebook.

But most importantly (and this is so high school, I love it) the cool people who were supposed to plan the reunion had cool things going on in their lives and so they were unable to plan the reunion.  This left the planning to the highest bidder.

Well… so, well, you know, I didn’t go to uncool people’s parties in high school, so why would I pay to go to a party ten years later that was planned by those same uncool people?

Just sayin’.