What is this 'normal' of which you speak?
Seriously...I'm not sure how I pass for 'normal'. I think I'm just very, very good at faking it.
I have a job that doesn't require me to interact with people too much, and allows me (shh, don't tell!) a lot of writing time.
I met my husband through a pagan dating zine. Ideal, because we'd been writing to one another for a while before we realized we liked each other enough to pluck up courage to actually meet and do the talking thing. (He, also, suspects he may be AS, or perhaps he's just terminally shy.)
I don't have children. I'd been through one marriage without having had any, and was into the second before I realized I was probably too screwed up, scared and selfish to raise them properly. Fortunately, my second husband thinks the same way. Cats are much easier.
I don't like housework, and do the absolute bare minimum. My husband does likewise. We get away with this by rarely having people round, or not the sort of people who notice things like you not doing housework.
I sort of fumble through the whole money thing. Someone up there must be looking after me on that count. I didn't intend to have a mortgage, but things kind of turned out that way.
I get away with not having a degree by being the family artist. Nobody expects me to do anything, therefore my award-winning album/novel/gallery show is going to come as a huge surprise.
And, I surreptitiously avoid a lot of things people take for granted....TV, gossip, fashion (I'm a dedicated thrift-store pack rat)...and have a whole secret side to myself that most people don't know about. Oh yeah - medication (on and off), spirituality and the power of cheap music (and since then are those not the same thing?!) also help.
It took some years of soul-searching to realize that 'normal' didn't work for me. I think I've almost found something that does.
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"Grunge? Isn't that some gross shade of greenish orange?"