Does anyone here feel like no one on this website is normal?

It feels like almost everyone (including me) on this website is insane. Do you feel that way too?

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  • As I've said before, this is a website where weird people ask other weird people weird questions and get weird answers.

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  • I'm not normal and i'm proud of that shit

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  • That's because most people on here are not neurotypical. Many are on the autism spectrum or have mental health issues like ADHD and severe anxiety.

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  • Normal is boring.

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  • It's not that we're insane, it's that we're anonymous.

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  • Given the site's title and nature. If a person is questioning their own normality that's already quite a tell-tale. Still, some are pretending quite well to be relatively normal. Sometimes to the point of getting boring

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  • ‘normal’ can be anything.

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  • Normal is boring

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  • Sometimes I think I'm normal.

    But then I remember that I'm an overly frugal, apathetic person who's obsessed with food, and has a strap on fetish that I wish to get rid of. XD

    Yeah, I fit in here well.

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  • I think that I am normal. I'm probably wrong.

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  • Fo sho

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  • We're all spooks

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    • Spooks! 🏴

      From the moment when he catches sight of the light of the world a man seeks to find out himself and get hold of himself out of its confusion, in which he, with everything else, is tossed about in motley mixture.
      But everything that comes in contact with the child defends itself in turn against his attacks, and asserts its own persistence.
      Accordingly, because each thing cares for itself at the same time comes into constant collision with other things, the combat of self-assertion is unavoidable.
      Victory or defeat — between the two alternatives the fate of the combat wavers. The victor becomes the lord, the vanquished one the subject: the former exercises supremacy and “rights of supremacy,” the latter fulfills in awe and deference the “duties of a subject.
      But both remain enemies, and always lie in wait: they watch for each other’s weaknesses — children for those of their parents and parents for those of their children (e.g., their fear); either the stick conquers the man, or the man conquers the stick.
      In childhood liberation takes the direction of trying to get to the bottom of things, to get at what is “back of” things; therefore we spy out the weak points of everybody, for which, it is well known, children have a sure instinct; therefore we like to smash things, like to rummage through hidden corners, pry after what is covered up or out of the way, and try what we can do with everything. When we once get at what is back of the things, we know we are safe; when, e.g., we have got at the fact that the rod is too weak against our obduracy, then we no longer fear it, “have out-grown it.”
      Back of the rod, mightier than it, stands our — obduracy, our obdurate courage. By degrees we get at what is back of everything that was mysterious and uncanny to us, the mysteriously- dreaded might of the rod, the father’s stern look, etc., and back of all we find our ataraxia, i. e. imperturbability, intrepidity, our counter force, our odds of strength, our invincibility. Before that which formerly inspired in us fear and deference we no longer retreat shyly, but take courage. Back of everything we find our courage, our superiority; back of the sharp command of parents and authorities stands, after all, our courageous choice or our outwitting shrewdness. And the more we feel ourselves, the smaller appears that which before seemed invincible. And what is our trickery, shrewdness, courage, obduracy? What else but — mind!
      Through a considerable time we are spared a fight that is so exhausting later — the fight against reason. The fairest part of childhood passes without the necessity of coming to blows with reason. We care nothing at all about it, do not meddle with it, admit no reason. We are not to be persuaded to anything by conviction, and are deaf to good arguments, principles, etc.; on the other hand, coaxing, punishment, etc. are hard for us to resist.
      This stern life-and-death combat with reason enters later, and begins a new phase; in childhood we scamper about without racking our brains much.

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  • im the normalest motherfucker in the tri state area

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  • Some of us are normal.

    Not normal ones would be degenerates who talk about messed up stuff or people who have messed up fantasies.

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  • Everyone but me is totally abnormal

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