Sometimes I wonder if I can ever be happy with “normal”. If I’ll ever be able to accept things that aren’t crazy and out of routine- that I will be able to settle down into a monotony of day-to-day life.

That could be taken as a good or a bad thing.

Good because it means I am unique, unsettling. Someone you can’t pin down.

Bad because it means that I’m not able to deal with all the things most people deal with on a day to day to be happy; that I will only be happy if the extraordinary is happening. What if the extraordinary doesn’t happen every day, then?