Are you normal?

I was in one of my philosophical moods today. They occur frequently but the desire to write is more of a rarity. Anyhow, the catalyst was George Carlin, a comedian my friend Ashish took pains to introduce me to- obviously through his stand-up comedy videos, nothing too fancy you know. The poor old fuck as he liked to be called is dead anyhow.

Occasionally I think about how boring it is to be normal. Its only occasional because I have a lot more in my life other than normal people to worry about- like sex before I get twenty. Recently its more like sex before my penis stops recognizing a vagina anymore, but thats a different story. 

So what do normal people have left to live for? The more important question being- Who do we consider normal anyways? Are you normal? If you are normal why the fuck do you think you are special, or do you even think you are special? If you are not special, why would you want to be treated as one and if you somehow think you are special- with all that over-inflated sense of ego you have, wouldn't it be prettier to see you take a step higher to heaven, if you heard- God has started having favorites lately.

Well anyhow, whatever the case might be- special or not special, the fact remains. The fact that normal people have to be boring. The fact that interesting cannot be normal leads us to conclude that normal has to be boring. Normal people depend upon the awesome, the freaks, the crackpots, the weirdos, the adventurous to have something to live for. It is like a food-chain where everyone in the majority is a parasite trying to live off by sucking the left-overs of a first hand experience. It is like watching a movie because you cannot be bothered to read. It is about hiding in your comfort zones because you are too scared to admit that you are normal, and being normal doesn't count, because every other person you meet on the road is like you- but you want to be special.

It is like a repeating broken old tape, everyone has heard what it says but at least its working.