365 Days (Part 1) | ✓

100. Normal

100. Normal: What does normal mean to you? Is it good or bad to be normal?

I am a perfectly normal person and that's that. No further questioning necessary. End of discussion. Termination of consideration. Finite.

There has never been a time when I have never not been normal. I get weird looks sometimes, it's true. When you walk through your neighborhood with a very indignant chicken under your arm, people do a double take. Or when people find out how many drawings of walnuts you have in your sketchbook, they tend to inquire why. Or when they find your Wattpad and realize you have written stories about them... Yes, that gets quite a few reactions.

Normal is relative. Sometimes I come upon someone doing something so incredibly strange that I must comment on it, and their reply always goes with something along the lines of, "You've never heard of the word 'bae' before?" To which I must reply with a shake of my head and a query as to what type of disease it was.

With me and my friends, it is considered perfectly normal to whip out our curved eating utensils and begin a passionate game of Spoons. We are quite the serious Spoons players. I once won a game a half-second before my crush, and ever since then, have held it as a glowing moment in my heart. However, the other day, I challenged someone to a rousing game of Spoons and was told in confusion that the spoons were in the far left drawer.

Me and my family have a multitude of inside jokes known only to us, and we repeat them to each other as the appropriate occasion arises. To you, the phrase "That's how you know you know you know" is a bunch of nonsense. To us, it's a classic incident of my brother being my brother and getting confused about the English language, despite it being his first and only language.

We all do things that could be termed slightly, er, weird. Mainly because there are not many who also participate in those actions. Like, apparently, German people eat mayonnaise on their fries. In America, you mention that and you would be convicted of french fry heresy. The only one thing not normal at all is disliking cats. That's just strange, yo.

Normal is who you are most of the time. It's the person you are with the people you're comfortable with. It's what you revert back to.

I am a fried okra-loving, root beer-chugging, word writing, fangirling gangster. People tell me I am an odd one. But I'm an odd one most of the time, so that's my normal.

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A/N: 100 Daaaaaays! Whoa. I can't even believe it.

Of all of the stories/poems in this, this was the hardest to write. I don't know why, so I kept it short to minimize the strangeness. Anyway, thanks for the support! 265 days LEFT!