Personal Narrative: What Is Normal?

In American Culture its commonplace for someone to promise they “won’t tell a soul”,after hearing another person’s secret. This phrase is often uttered when the secret is negative. In cases of child abuse these words may not be uttered, but the child is left with the understanding that the incident isn’t to be discussed. The abuser may threaten to do further harm to the victim, if they tell anyone about what happened. In other instances the child may not want anyone else to know because they feel ashamed about the abuse; guilt, and betrayal are also common emotions experienced by victims of abuse. I know because over the past twenty-six years, I’ve experienced all of them. Although, my need to experience the unconditional

The word normal doesn’t apply to someone that’s terrified to throw a gum wrapper in the trashcan. It was a ten-step journey that could transform my life forever. To step out of my chair and making it back safely as if a demon was chasing me seemed simple to others, but mentally draining for me. In order to accomplish my mission, I thought out the steps in my head.

From my perspective, it is hard to define being abnormal. Above all, the judgments of whether an individual is abnormal or normal depend on the specific culture. What seems to be unusual in one culture might be normal in another culture. Therefore, the first criterion of abnormality is that an individual’s behavior or thinking pattern is against the social norms and the values of the culture he/she belongs to. The second criterion of abnormality is that one’s daily functioning may be disrupted and it puts one at the risk of self-harming and harming others. Personally, the concept of abnormality is based on the comparison with the majority of the society. If a person is very different from most of the people and behave not aligned with the social

Dan threw his backpack in the back seat of Phil’s seat, plopping down in the front seat and slamming the door. “Dan, what’s wrong? Why did you ask me to pick you up?” Phil was concerned.

What is normal? Well, I personally feel that normal is basically an idealistic portrayal that you see in the media and want to follow so you could fit in. For example, you want to fit in with your classmates, but since you aren't 'cool' or attractive, you are deemed

“WHAT DID I DO” I’m screaming in my head from a fight, like when you're innocent when a crime happens and ask questions and keep pushing.When they bring you to a cold investigation room,with one desk,chains,and a one sided glass window.This was the end of a friendship,mine,a friend who is now not.The girl who is beautiful,beautiful ombre hair,smart,funny,her name was Hannah and then me,who has blonde/brown hair,blue ocean eyes,and no glasses or anything.This is what i did,what she did,what we did.This is how i dealt with it,it will get easier.

Valerie, you and I seem to be opposites in our dominant and weak functions. Personally, I believed that thinking was my dominant function while feeling was my weakest. I have a tendency to try and gather as many facts as I can about a given situation and based on what I’ve been given, I then allow myself to use my feeling function, which I believe to be more introverted than extroverted. That being said, I think your strength with the feeling function really helps you with your job. However, the two of us did get the same attitude result from the questionnaire, and I also was not surprised that the quiz labeled me an introvert. I think we were also right in knowing which function was more dominant in ourselves. While you ended up being an INFJ,

Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

In my self-assessment, there is always room for improvement when it comes to management and leadership roles. Though I have never considered myself as a leader. I always imagined when taking on a leadership role the objective is to bring others together for a common good even those of like and unlike minds. As a leader, I want to create an environment that is positive, be willing to take on responsibilities and be able to manage problems.

When I was 22 years of age, I walked through graduation ceremonies at Saint Mary’s College in Moraga, CA. It was a proud day for my mom in addition to many of my relatives who were present because I had overcome one of the greatest hurdles in a young man’s life: A college degree. I could now get a job in the “real world” and the “real world” was now my oyster. Unfortunately, that world did not actually exist for me because I did not actually have my degree. In fact, I found out the “hard way” that not having a degree significantly inhibits your opportunities in life as well as one’s income.

Have you ever actually tried locating a needle in a haystack? It’s an exasperating task, I assure you. Sometime back in the fifth grade, I was spending a day at my close friend Tyler Clarke’s farmhouse property, emptying soda can after soda can, wreaking havoc on the woodlands surrounding the barn, and terrorizing his sister’s prized horses in our sugared up state. Typical irresponsible schoolboy stuff. Polar opposites, no other term could be used to describe Tyler and me. Ordinarily, I was a timid, small-statured

Throughout my life I have learned that you should never lie, cheat steal, and to never be a coward. What I notice if you don't do any of these things you are counted as a nice and trusting person. Also when you do those things you get an awful pit in your stomach. This automatically makes me realize that doing this is wrong. My reasoning for know it wrong is because of it harms another or yourself it is automatically wrong. That if you are fine with doing these thing then people view you as untrustworthy and not someone they would want to be around and be friend.

This is not a disclaimer except for the fact that most people would see it differently than me. Actually everyone would see it differently than me. I guess that says a whole lot about me. I had tried to be the considerate boyfriend any girl would wish, but it had all somehow turned into a three ring circus without the other two rings. Unfortunately, the only ring that mattered was the one that was currently occupying my wife’s hand. Now that was a story all of its own and no matter how many times I read the damn thing, it leaves me more confused each time.

As I walked into the gym my heart was pounding out of my chest. Yes, I’ve played volleyball before, but not in two-whole-years. Everyone was already better than me when I played before. Now not playing for two years, they’ve only gotten better and I just got worse. Let’s be real I can’t even jump and touch over the net.All the other girls played club, I only ever dreamed of being good enough to make a good club team. I had a difficult decision to make, try and fail or not try at all.

I see the people making up the town: the children playing in the streets, laughing and crying over the bruises that would form since they have not yet gained full perception and motor control. The parents worried out of their minds that they will soon slip out of their grasp as they struggle to protect and nurture them. They finally wrangle up their kids for dinner in the safety of their homes relieved nothing happened, but keeping their nerves bottled so they don’t get consumed by the fear. However, the danger that came across their minds was nothing like the pain that would soon rain down on them. The dinner table would get all cleaned up and the house would be illuminated with a flaming orange due to the sun leaving for the day, or so they