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Normal, right?

Maybe anxiety

By Taylor WardPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

This Is Perfectly Normal

I wake up to my phone screaming at me like it pays rent,

three notifications, two apologies I didn’t ask for,

and one ad for teeth whitening that feels personally insulting.

Still, I nod at the ceiling like a responsible adult and say:

“This is perfectly normal.”

My coffee machine now requires a firmware update,

which feels like a threat dressed as breakfast.

The mug says Live Laugh Love but I’m pretty sure it’s judging me.

I stir sadness into caffeine and repeat, politely:

“This is perfectly normal.”

My neighbor is arguing with his smart fridge again,

which I assume is going better than his marriage.

The fridge auto-orders 48 gallons of oat milk

because it “optimized emotional hydration patterns.”

We all clap softly, unsure if we’re impressed or next.

Naturally, I reassure the air:

“This is perfectly normal.”

My bank account sends me push notifications now,

mostly just laughing emojis and one shrugging skeleton.

Rent increases with the confidence of a man who’s never been told no.

I consider selling a kidney but the market is “currently saturated.”

So I smile like a person in a commercial and whisper:

“This is perfectly normal.”

At therapy, my therapist asks how I feel about “the state of things,”

which is suspiciously broad, like asking a fish how it feels about water.

I tell her I’m thriving, emotionally adjacent, spiritually on hold.

She nods slowly like she’s seen this episode before.

“This is perfectly normal.” I say again,

but now it sounds like something you say when the elevator stops

between floors and the music keeps playing anyway.

On the news, a man becomes famous for apologizing

for something he did not do in a language he does not speak.

Children learn tax codes before cursive.

Somewhere, a toaster starts unionizing.

I adjust my posture. I invest in coping mechanisms.

I download another app that promises to simplify my life

by adding seven more steps to everything I do.

And finally softly, uncertainly, like a joke I’m not sure is landing

“This is perfectly normal.”

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About the Creator

Taylor Ward

From a small town, I find joy and grace in my trauma and difficulties. My life, shaped by loss and adversity, fuels my creativity. Each piece written over period in my life, one unlike the last. These words sometimes my only emotion.

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    Written by Taylor Ward