What is normal anymore? Is that what we want to eventually strive to be? Is that what happiness is meant to be? A house with a white picket fence and the subdued drama?

I saw Little Miss Sunshine today. (Great movie.) But the pitch is a dysfunctional family going to a beauty pageant. But wait, dysfunctional? In the end, aren’t they as happy as any other “normal” family?

In the sixth grade, my teacher said her motto was “don’t be normal. be different.” I believed Miss Wood, but in all my trials and errors, I found I had to be normal. So what is then? Are we supposed to adapt to everyone else to be similar to others so that we can survive?

I listen to indie music and watch independent movies. I like going off the beaten path when I visit cities. But now with everyone doing it, is that normal?