I gave up trying to be normal. I was standing in line the other day when the person behind me said, "looks like you are dressed for summer." I looked down and I was wearing fuzzy slippers, black socks, shorts, and a purple sweater. I figured he was taking a jab at me so I tried to just ignore him. The whole time that I was in line I was squirming out of his questions; are you from out of town, no? where do you live, which road?... When I finally got up to the checker she leaned in and said, "Don't worry about him, he is always like that." like he was the weird one.
In being myself, I met someone that I sincerely liked, and she liked me.
If I had played my 'normal' act, I could have ended up becoming friends with the annoying guy.