The Norm - Prologue.

He was born on an uneventful day somewhat a few hours after the sun had set; nothing fancy, he did not enter the world at a time where the world was rejoicing nor did he enter at a time where it was mourning. To sum it up, he entered the world much like everybody else, kicking and bawling with no deformities or abnormalities. As soon as he suckled on his mother’s breast, he was carried off by a normal nurse and the medical procedures were then carried out. I might be rushing a bit here but it was most likely that this is what he hated most, the perfect normality of which he was brought into the world. If it was up to him; which almost never happened, he would have entered the world at a time where wars had ended or started, in which the labour was torturous and painful for his mother and at the moment his head slid out, the doctor at hand died of unknown causes. Or maybe miracles happened at that moment. All he wanted was that something special had happened that day, but as I had said earlier, almost nothing went his way.

As he grew up, he was absolutely one hundred percent sure that he was special. He thought he was the only one who had an imaginary friend; which of course he did not know that it was imaginary; he thought that he was special because he was the only one who could see it. That was until he met other children and one especially which had imaginary friends that no man, woman or child could possibly count with normal fingers. After he got over that, he once more thought that he was somewhat chosen when he could answer all the questions asked by many sorts of people. In his childish mind, he had his life; which was a week or two, planned in advance, the second week included plans of running for the election and winning it. Oh yes, at that moment he had it all figured out. Then a random person appeared and burst his bubble, leaving him distraught and confused. Acceptable really, he was after all going to be a leader of a nation. This trend continued and what baffles me the most is why anybody didn’t tell him that he was living the life of a normal child. Maybe it would not have made a difference. Oh well then, the past remains.

He had no siblings. His parents strongly believe in preventing overpopulation of the world and are convinced that they might be the pioneers in the prevention of said problem. He therefore had no elder siblings to bully or make a slave out of him and neither did he have any younger ones to take responsibility on. His parents are non-abusive; another one of their attempt to be pioneers, and never laid a hand on him. One might say he owned a perfect life, and at times, he did believe in it. However, our story tells much more than the life of a normal, slightly spoiled child. It wouldn’t make much of a story now would it? Rhetorical questions put aside for others dumb enough to ponder upon, our story begins. He is now eighteen. He is now very, very depressed.

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