What is the exact definition of normal? Does normal really exist or is it just a figment of the imagination? Every individual has a different definition of normal. Normal could be defined as similar to the person defining it. Do you understand what I am trying to say?
My grandmother, my namesake was born different to her family, mainly her eyes pointed that out, but did that make her abnormal? Did it really make her any different to her mother or her father or her sister? People could say it did but if you really thought about it she still had two hands, two feet, one mouth, two ears, two eyes (no matter what colour they had always been), and one nose. So really she was no different to her sister, she was no freak just slightly unusual, slightly special.
Was she special? What is special? How could you define special? Would special make you abnormal? Some people say everyone is special in their own little way, but wouldn't that mean no one is special? My grandmother could be defined as special, she had something her sister didn't have, but she wasn't the only one was she? I have that special detail, my father has it, my mother and my brothers have it, and my cousins, my aunts, my uncles and my grandparents have it. It's normal for us.
So here we are back at the topic of normal. What is normal? When asked, my cousin said normal was "any one but you" ("you" being yours truly, myself) and if you asked my twin brothers what normal was they'd say "something that takes all the fun out of life" while they evilly plan to plant Filibuster Fireworks in my eldest brothers room. And if you asked the rest of my brightly red-headed family they would say that the only person abnormal is my eldest brother.
But my whole family is far from "normal". What grandparents would be able to stand six adolescent sons and one extremely hormonal young daughter while our world was going through the worst trauma ever? Apart from seven offspring of their own they also had to stand one extremely uptight daughter-in-law and one angsty surrogate son. To top it all off during this time, their youngest son and angsty surrogate son plus their other female friend left to… save the world. But we're long over that, it's ancient history now. Back to the abnormalities of my family… how many parents name one of their sons "Padd"? If you find anyone else called Padd please contact me on "1800 wEiRdO". But then again I am a weirdo… is it normal to spend most of your life at your aunt and uncle's house and how many fathers actually bother to sneak into you school to see your first night there, even when they know there is an extremely large chance of getting caught.
Okay there is the weirdness and abnormalities of my family. Weird, but I love them. Now you think, are you really normal? Aren't their strange things only you do? Do you eat peanut butter right out of the container? Do you sleep with a childhood teddy bear (okay that's not that weird)? Do you hate chocolate? Really and truly, normal doesn't exist.