can i be just that, normal?
"Antoine explained, with moving simplicity, that he couldn't help thinking and analyzing, and that it was making him unhappy. It was poisoning his life. His mind gave him no respite, stopped him from sleeping with its endless interrogations, woke him up in the middle of the night with its doubts and indignations. Antoine told his friends that it was a long time since he had a dream or a nightmare because his ideas tooks up so much space when he was asleep. As a result of thinking so much, with his brain constantly, tumescently aware, Antoine wasn't really living. He now wanted to lose some of that awareness, to become completely ignorant of causes, truths, and reality. He'd had enough of this acute power of observation that drew him a cynical picture of human relationships. He wanted to live, not to know the truth about life, but just live... Antoine didn't want to be a complete idiot; rather, he wanted to thin down his intelligence by alloying it with a proper life, to let himself go so that he didn't always have to analyze and get to the bottom of everything. His mind had always been an eagle with a keen eye, a piercing beak, and sharp talons. He now wanted to learn to be a regal crane, gliding through the air, carried by the wind, enjoying the beautiful countryside and the warmth of the sun... It wasn't as if he were renouncing his powers of reasoning gratuitously: the aim was to participate in life as a member of society."
--from "How I Became Stupid" by Martin Page
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