As you glance at the stranger, an overwhelming sense of familiarity washes over you.

It's as though you've known this person your entire life, even though you can't quite place them.


Unconsciously, you find yourself reaching for the Normal Lens, and as you put it on, the world shifts before your eyes.


You see a loser.

A pathetic manchild who has broken the trust of everyone around him.
Someone who has consistently avoided responsibility and put on an act to mask their shortcomings.

It's an image of a life failure that stares back at you, and you're confronted with the harsh judgment you've carried with you for so long.


The weight of this perception becomes too much to bear.

You put off the Normal Lens.


The world before you changes once more, and you see a man who has tried to prove to the world that he is capable of existing among normal society despite his struggles.


Someone who didn't receive the help they needed in time.


You weren't helped on time either.

The sense of shared experience is palpable, and it strikes a chord deep within you.

As you put the Normal Lens on again and take it off repeatedly, you're unable to comprehend the dissonance between these two starkly different images.

It's as if you're seeing two entirely separate people. You're struggling to reconcile the conflicting perceptions that lie before you.



Could it be that the majority is wrong?