The more I think of it, the more I realize that I have spent most of my life trying (and failing) to be normal. I did instinctively without really consciously being aware that I was doing it, but there are so many things where I think "why did I do that?" and the automatic answer that comes to me is "because I thought I was supposed to."
Goofy thoughts that won't make sense to anyone else.
I apologize in advance for this being all feely. For some reason, today, I feel more lo- er, fondness than normal. I can't figure out why. It's not like I've seen him around, spent ay time with him, or had any good conversations aside from a bit of small talk recently.