On Being Normal

I often think about being normal. But what is normal really? There is always someone out there that feels the same as you, does the same things, is the same kind of person. Maybe you're the ones who are normal. Just as normal as anybody else. Who's to say? Maybe all the people you consider normal are really the ones who are messed up, subconsciously (or not) playing a game, acting a part so society views them as normal. Presenting a facade. Upholding a reputation or expectation. But aren't we all just acting? No one is ever 100% who they want to be all the time. There is always a little part of us that holds back, or something we keep behind. The world is still too judgmental for everyone to be free. To be totally, uninhibitedly who they are. Someday maybe.