The pursuit of normal is such an abnormal thing. This idea popped in my head in response to something; now I can’t get it out. We go out of our way chasing normal all the time: a normal job, a normal bedtime, a normal mate as opposed to a crazy one, or a mate we don’t have to try to change. A normal life, whatever that means. To be a normal human being. As opposed to bat-shit crazy I suppose. Or normal as compared to being sick.
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