Taboo of the Ordinary

We live in such dire times where normalcy has become a plague that the globe is trying to vaccinate. No longer can people walk down the street, just minding their own business, without breaking into song and dance. It has become a norm to sport mismatched socks, buzzed haircuts or a picture-perfect outfit, fit for the glossies. We simply must not live a life where we juggle home, work and a few odd days out. There are grave consequences to those who unwittingly say that travelling is not their cup of tea.
                                                                                                                              We are consumed by quirks, irregularities and the unusual so much so that we can't figure out which is which any more. Being creative and having something unique takes precedence over a kind heart and a boring old job. It is acceptable for me to not know where my life is going and indulge in kitsch art and heart-wrenching poetry but not quite acceptable if I decide to spend the day home in front of the television instead of reviving a dying art.