I Have Random Thoughts

So self-aware, but not aware enough to change.
Why would I? Normal is all relative, and I'm made of flesh like all of them. So of course in my own right I am as normal as they come. So no need to change, right?
But thinking about such a useless word ("normal") is useless in itself.
Yet, it's so hard to ignore when it's right in my face. Breaking that immersion. A chameleon can blend in with a tree, but that doesn't make it a goddamn branch.

And it's bothersome, ok?
I can admit it.