“The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.” At least, so said Joe Ancis. Do you agree?

I invite you to take a moment to think of someone you know whom you consider to be normal. (Not yourself, I’m guessing, since you presumably know yourself pretty well.)

Perhaps, you are unable to think of anyone who fits that description. The longer you contemplate it, the harder it is. (“…but she does feed her cat sushi on fine china…”).

If this is challenging, just go with the best prototype of “normal” you can think of. (Probably someone you don’t know very well. )

Now, consider honestly whether that “normal” person is someone you want to hang out with for long periods of time.

Nah. Too boring. Right?

“Overcome the notion that you must be regular. It robs you of the chance to be extraordinary.”- Uta Hagen.

In On The Road, 1957, Jack Kerouac wrote, “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky…”

Kind of makes you wonder why “normal” is an ideal at all. “The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself.” – Rita Mae Brown.

Sure, a kid’s got to brush his teeth before school just like everyone else. That’s reasonable. But when it comes to personal style and preferences, is it so important that he “fit in”? What if George wants to wear a tiara to preschool and Sara wants to skip 4th grade recess to read Tolstoy? Is this deviance? Or authenticity?

What one considers “crazy” inspires another. Take the 70-year-old-roller-skater-in-shorts, rocking his disco moves to tunes no one else can hear on the Bayside Trail. I can’t help but smile when I see him. But no one is smiling bigger than he is.

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”

– Charles Bukowski