Normal

Sometimes I wonder what a normal life would be.
Do you ask yourselves that? Is normal to ask yourself if your life is normal? I think normal is boring, monotonous and makes you old faster. Maybe feeling abnormal keeps life interesting, maybe it is pure egocentrism and attention seeking. Do you know anybody normal? Why do we have so many words that mean nothing unless you make comparisons?
I found the answer: normal is nothing else than a washing machine cycle (from Whoopie Goldberg.I know, I know, not precisely Plato but the message goes through)