Since returning from the rest of the world I've had trouble gathering my thoughts. It's kind of like I don't want them to be gathered. I'd rather have them remain abroad, or thinking in the more universal way that they've grown accustom to thinking.
I don't feel American anymore, or maybe I never did. What does it mean to be American? I'm talking about values and spirit-type stuff. I'm not sure if they are entirely pinpoint-able these days. Are they? Am I missing something?
Some of you may be thinking, "chill out, man. You were only gone six months!" This is true. It wasn't a very long time. It wasn't a long enough time to establish new norms for my perspective to function within. It was, however, a long enough time to challenge all of my pre-existing ideas of what it is to be normal.
I don't know what normal is anymore. I don't know if normal ever existed.
I feel happy to be around my family and friends, but normal I do not feel.