Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
Normal’s horrible if you really think about it. But most of us keep to it because, well, because it’s normal. Being abnormal might as well be synonymous with being happy. But being abnormal takes courage, and a freakish amount of belief in oneself. Two things people greatly lack.
This does of course leave the realistic monopoly board of happiness completely free of competition for the abnormally confident and fear seekers.