As I see it...

So where do you really draw a line? What really is normal?

Isn't normalcy just a perception? For historically, whoever was 'weird' was ironically - just ahead of time or different?

The point is - there is no point drawing those boundaries, 'coz you've only got your canvas to draw these boundaries on. By law of relativity, normalcy is on your side only as long as you are surrounded by others of your own type/pace. Change the context, and you are the odd man out.

What if you never find someone who matches your frequency? are you then doomed to try and be someone you really are not Or you accept the fate and give a damn about the whole business of being 'normal'?

I have caught myself smiling when I was not amused, laughing when I didn't find it funny, or being polite when all I wanted to do was break someone's neck - why do we take so much pain in being our normal selves, being in control - being the way we are supposed to be? Are we really such cowards? would it really be so painful to not be in good books of those who, at the end of the day, don't really matter? That leads me to the question - who really is more important than my own selfish self? Then WHY oh WHY am I such a propah BS?!?!