Michael Doornbos Just your average evil genius

What’s normal to you is probably not normal to me

I've been thinking about what constitutes normal to me lately.  Mostly because I don't like normal, or more accurately, static.  Not static like in fuzzy sounding(although I'm not fond of that either), but static as in non moving.

I'm happiest when things in my life are moving in a direction.  The faster the better.  I don't ever wait for the right moment, mostly because there never is one(much to the detriment of my chess game) and frankly I worry that I might wake up at 50 and say "Oh crap, I just spent 50 years waiting and in process didn't do anything at all".

My love of movement and change makes a number of my friends and family VERY uncomfortable.  I've even been accused of being addicted to change.  I'm almost a little smug about it sometimes.  I think to myself, "they're so silly to be afraid of change".

What got me thinking was a note I got from a friend in Israel last night.  I was inquiring about the safety of his family in light of what we're seeing on the news in his neck of the woods and he commented that they were perfectly fine, the fighting is almost 20km away and they don't think about it much, plus it's in a different country anyway.

The fighting is 20km away!

This flies in the face of my level of comfort.  As an American in Virginia, I'm 500km or more from the nearest country.  Couple that with the fact that the threat from Canada is pretty minimal and you can conclude that I can in no way relate to the life my friend lives a mere 20km from real attacks. This may have been somewhat okay in my 6 years in the Navy (I was single through most of that time), but as a father and husband, I'm not too keen on live fire 20km away.

Might be good to think about this the next time I turn my nose up at those silly people who are afraid of change.