The thing stood in silence while I charged ahead with the fairies in my mind.
21st Century deadly epidemic. One word. Normal."
"Normal?" It asked, perplexed.
"Not as dramatic but just as lethal." I said.
"How?" It asked.
Normal is not the nature of reality. Normal is not the state of human affairs. Normal is not the reality of cosmos. And, yet, to be normal and to fit in has become an all consuming quest. Someone's got to see that chasing after normal is the same as chasing after a flawed, pale version of reality.
"Why does it matter so much to you?" It asked.
Because the ones who do not suffer from this epidemic are labeled as losers, freaks, weirdos and are bullied into insanity.
"Are you okay?"
"Look around at the cosmos and its many mysteries and wonders. Read about the physics and chemistry of our cosmos, look at the night sky and contemplate the billions and billions of galaxies out there and explain to me how any of this is even remotely normal. News flash. It isn't. Our cosmos is mind boggling, strange, extraordinary and surreal. Look at the despicable state of human affairs. Rapes, Murders, Wars, Kidnappings and whatnot. Is any of this in anyway normal? It isn't. Look at nature - the oceans and the mountains, the snowflakes and the desert. Is any of this normal? Nothing about the cosmos or about the human existence is remotely ordinary. So, why the fuck are we trying to be normal?"
"You don't look okay."
"There must be some kind of - be yourself, think for yourself, honor the truth - vaccine out there. Will you help me look for it?"
"You should take it easy."
"I feel like utter crap. I need to sleep."
The thing took off for its galaxy as I took off into the world of sleep.