Informal Normal.

Today started with the normal routine. Normally, I wake up late. Normally, I stay in the shower a little too long. Normally, I get dressed, throw my sunglasses on, and get to class. At no point during my daily commute do I make eye contact or strike up a conversation. I mean who would? It's not Normal. Most people on the train have their earphones stuck in their ears, wiping away the smudges on their Iphone from too much Angry Birds (overrated). It's not normal to smile and say high to the person next to you, or sit down and eat lunch with someone random.

Well, today I caught myself wearing an expression somewhat resemblant of "Blue Steel" when I was eating a molten-lava-hot stew at lunch. I could've slapped myself. Do I always look like that? Is that normal? Ugh. I'm sorry if your my friend and I do that around you. Whatever normal is, I don't like it. I like the feeling I get when I'm among friends late at night, and I can do anything with little fear of being mugged in an alleyway. I like goofing off and saying awkward things to my girlfriend because she doesn't care and only mugs me occasionally. To me, that seems normal. So gosh dangit I'm changing things around here. From here on out, I will smile at strangers and get uncomfortably close to people on the train. I will force the hobo that sits at Sheffield and North Fullerton to have lunch with me, and I will throw candy wildly in the air downtown. I have feeling that this attitude, counterintuitively, will actually decrease my chances of receiving an old-fashioned beat down. I will update you on my endeavors as this progresses, BUT I welcome you to join me. That would be so awesome. I would love to hear from you guys.

-Con