Good afternoon All of you non normal human beings. This afternoon I will be auguring my point on why I think that there is no such thing as normal when it comes to human beings. We’re 7 million people sharing the earth. But how many are considered “normal”? Can a little thing as being born with one finger less, make you the purple sheep in the classroom? Is it even possible to be normal? One definition of “normal” is the average or typical. So there are some characteristics of human beings that you can take as an average.
For instance, the average weight and height, average IQ and the average number of each organ (Two kidneys, one heart, 10 toes etc). Normal is considered the average person goes to school for several years, works any kind of job as an adult, falls in a relationship with a member of the opposite sex and joins some form of organized religion. That doesn’t mean that those who don’t do these things are wrong, they just don’t follow the norms of human society. There is no such thing as normal. In fact what the hell is normal?? Christopher Boone is a 15 year old boy with autism.
He is the narrator of the novel and the main character. He is a super duper math wiz but on one level he is totally clueless, unaware of things that to most people would be impossible to ignore (for example, his mother Judy is having an affair with Mr shears the next door neighbour) But on another level he is so aware of the little things in life (for example he explains that Mr jeavons smells like soap and wears brown shoes that have approximately 60 tiny circular holes in each of them) He comes across really sweet, showing affection for some people and animals.
But he also pulls a knife on quite a few people, and is quite ready to pull it on his own dad for killing Mr and Mrs Shear’s dog wellington. In the novel He unexpectedly shows up at his mother’s house in London, after not seeing her for two years. She’s forced to put everything in her life on hold to take care of him, and ends up losing her job and leaving her partner. Christopher then demands that they return to his hometown immediately so he can take an exam. The notion that this might be inconvenient for his mother doesn’t enter into the equation in the least.
Of course his mother left him high and dry two years earlier, but this doesn’t seem to be his motivation. As you have heard from this description of Christopher he is far from the question normal. Although the word is not mentioned in the novel, Christopher does suffer from Asperser’s syndrome, which is an autistic spectrum disorder. This means that Christopher expresses himself in a simple and straightforward way and cannot understand commonly accepted modes of signalling. For instance, he says ‘I find people confusing.
This is for two main reasons. The first main reason is that people do a lot of talking without using any words… The second main reason is that people often talk using metaphors. ‘ Christopher does not accept the typical ‘signals’ that people use to communicate, for instance ‘raising an eyebrow’ which Siobhan explains to him ‘can mean ‘I want to do sex with you’ and it can also mean ‘I think that what you just said was very stupid. ‘ Christopher does not like to be hugged. He does not understand what different facial expressions are.
He needs to relate directly and individually to language; through his writing, language is reborn in less encumbered way. Most of us would understand what ‘I laughed my socks off’ meant but few of us would know where the expression originated, and so we have lost the impact of the metaphor because we don’t know why it is used in this way. Christopher forces us to reassess our relationship with language so that it speaks directly to us and so that the only tool we use to communicate is a direct reflection of what we think and feel, not a borrowed or inherited means of expression.
The author describes the special school environment in which challenged children study and illustrates autistic responses to stress. (p8) He was asking too many questions and he was asking them too quickly. They were stacking up in my head like loaves in the factory in which Uncle Terry works… I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise that Father calls groaning. I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head
In conclusion my argument strongly points to the fact that there is NO such thing as normal when it comes to human beings. We are all individual perhaps science in the far far future could find away to manipulate the human DNA through genetic engineering a species of human that were normal by getting rid of biological diseases and mental health defects. Yet I think we’ll leave this where it belongs in the realms of science fiction.