I know spending your time trying to "act normal" is a special kind of hell. Not because i want to be different just for the sake of being different, that's as bad militant normalcy, if not worse but because, in the end, happiness means accepting who you are, even if it turns out that who you are involves standing out like a tattooed, costumed, dice-rolling, blue haired sore thumb. And because, well, normal is a fantasy far more ridiculous than anything imaginary. Nobody's normal and those who insist they are are broken people.