I was laying here thinking about normal. Like is it normal to argue over the toothpaste? I’ve seen it in countless movies. I’ve heard it on many a talk show (back when I watched those) and yet, I don’t think I’ve ever actually had an argument over the toothpaste…other than, “Hey, did you steal my toothpaste?” And I think that’s a completely different argument.

So is it normal?

And if that’s normal, does it mean I’m not normal because I don’t do that? Really, what does normal mean? Do normal people hear voices?

Ok, that might be going a bit too far. I have it on pretty good authority that writers are not normal in that sense, but it’s normal for writers to talk to themselves and hear voices. So within that subset of society, I think I am sort of normal. I guess.

I enjoy the sound of a rooster crowing. That might be normal, right? But crowing back at him probably isn’t. Then again…do I even want to be normal? If normal people have to follow some strange set of rules, do I even want to belong to that club?

I don’t think so. I think I’m pretty happy being how I am, even if that means I’m not normal. In fact, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say, I’m pretty extraordinary. Yeah, I like the ring of that. It’s way better than normal any day.

Until the next time…I’ll be happy being abnormal.