Normal People

I think I’ve mentioned that I have a best friend. She is like my rectoverso, the girl version of me. And I’m apparently like the boy version of her. We’ve been besfriends since we were still on the college in Jogja, the place and time where everyting feels so easy and peace. Now we have moved and been living in Jakarta. We’ve been Jakartans, build our own careers here in this city. Me with my communication marketing career, while she’s taking her master degree and doing copywriting in publishing company.
We both believe that there’s no city light for a whiner. Therefore we’re busting off our firmed surface asses to catch the city light, and try for not complaining. We also believe that in order to survive in this mad mad world, we should have our survival kits. Survival kits of life. They are, wittiness, pride, and leave our sanity at home. So far we succeed to survive, and so far we’re good fighters in this battle.
Some people who know us somehow don’t understand us. They think that we’re crazy and complicated. They don’t get our values. They don’t understand what we believe, including our conversation and jokes. Somehow, they consider us as not so normal people. Of course I have noticed about what people think about us as a duo, yet I don’t do give a dime damn about it. Until one day, she made a point. Made me think to redefine the concept of being normal people. How to perceive our crazy mind and soul, our complicated life, and try to make it fit in with the description of normal life of normal people.

Are we two too bold? Or just simply crazy?
Are we too complicated?

One example. We usually have our meeting after office hour, periodicaly, which we called it “juicy recap” time. In ‘juicy recap” time we talked about anything, mostly we shared all updates and “shit happened” on the days we don’t meet. Since it seems we’re destined to face and ride roller-coaster days and nights, so it’s a good thing for us to dispose the shits and thorns by sharing it to trusty friend. So that we can be rejunevated for facing the incoming days.
Since the specific topic that we shared to each other during “juicy recap time” is confidential and not for public comsumption, I choosed to enclose one example of our jokes that have strightly made me think and realize, “Yes, somehow I know why some people just don’t understand us”.

On our dinner, we were in the middle of conversation about kids...
Me : kowe kan tau njaluk spermaku nggo anakmu. Hahaha (You have asked me to donate my sperm for having your child. Hahaha ---*note : of course I’m joking*)
Her : Lha anakku mengko rupane kemampleng no koyo kowe (Then my kid will have slapable face just like yours)
We both laughed. Then suddenly I just realized that there was like four years old girl sat near to us, having dinner with her mother.
Me : Parah tenan yo awake dhewe ki. Yen bocahe krungu piye? Terus takok nang ibune “Mommy-mommy, I was made by dad’s sperm right mommy? (we are so bastard and bastardee, What if she heard? And asking her mom “Mommy-mommy, I was made by dad’s sperm right mommy?”)
Her : -pretending to be the girl’s mom- Nooo, you were made by sperm......whale.
*Note : sperm whale is one of whale species, has the largest brain of any animal*
Then we laughed out loud, made the young girl took a peek on us by her corner eyes, Her mouth still chewing the chiken.
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One day, I have asked her why she can be a bitch, and she replied it’s because she has a bastad bestfriend around. So it’s fair enough. but when one day, She has asked me whether we are normal people or not, with our complicated life, mind, and soul. Honestly I don’t have the answer.
One day after the question, accidentally I watched a movie “All about Steve”. The free spirited soul Mary Horowitz, main character on the movie played by Sandra Bullock, at the end of the movie said a quote :

“why should you have to change to be normal? all you have to do is find someone who is as normal as you are”

Hail Mary Horowitz because now, I have the answer of my bestfriend’s question.
YES, baby. We are normal people. We are normal as we can be. I’m normal because I have you around me, and vice versa.
Thanks to you my pinch cake!!