The concept of Normality

For the record, "Normality" is a word.

I tend to talk to myself alot when nobody else is around... and quietly when other people are around, and some of the conversations I have had with myself would probably fit on the level of locking me away for a short while.

Actually, I havent seen the list of requirements. The point is, I came up with a rather interesting theory today while walking down to the shops to buy brocolli. Now, as you may or may not know, I really don't like brocolli. So I needed to think about something else to maintain my minimum level of sanity.
"What do we define as normal?

A most curious question, if not completely impossible to give a solid one scentence answer. If you did ask me to do that though, I'd just say No.
I really think the only correct way to define what we consider is normal is to consider what is socially acceptable and what is a social custom. Even if your a person who doesn't agree to either of those terms, chances are you do it.

Why? Because that's what you do. That's normal for you. Face it, we're all normal. Except me. I'm a crazy person remember. I use my keyboard as a guitar.
So, considering the logic of normality, I figured I'd work out some basic things that are considered normal, starting from the plainly obvious working right up to ones that you probably didn't think of.

1. Wearing clothes.
      - Well, that should be obvious. It's normal to wear clothes. It's also logical, they keep you warm and for some people, wearing fashionable clothes is a way of life, it's normal for them.
2. A maintained level of autonomy
     - You could argue over the logic of what we call autonomy as well, but since we are talking about what is normal, let's just both agree that sometimes you do things because it's your job and the alternative is sleeping on the streets. Hooray for capitalism!
 3. Ettiquite
     - Let's face it, there are still some thirty year olds out there who will and WANT to eat everything with their hands, looking in fear upon a knife and fork. But let's face it, everyone draws the line somewhere. That line is what makes you work out what needs a pitchfork to the face, and alternatively a well drawn out document as to WHY you should have a pitchfork to the face but will instead have a knife in the gut.

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But hold on, what if we change something around? What if we introduce something that isn't normal? Of course, in this new world, such a thing would now be considered normal. For the sake of you reading this and me typing it, let's embrace change. (Yeesh!)

What if we, for example, considered carrying firearms normal? Yes, I'm talking about every single person in the world just casually carrying a gun around with them. I think the world would have a very different meaning. Think about it, you would expect anyone who served in Vietnam to walk around with their trusty M4A1. Rich business people would have something shiny like a Desert Eagle in their back pocket.

I'm talking normality here on a level like carrying your wallet/purse around. Chances are you'd come across some dumb blonde girls (As you do in weather torn Auckland City) with a pink or light red coloured gun, attempting to make a fashion statement but really asking for a target to be painted on their back.

If you ask me, there would be two choices of weapons for me. Ironically, neither of them existing yet. Which kinda sucks. If I lived several hundred years in the future, then perhaps. I'd probably walk around with a System 99 Anti-Material on my back, a weapon more than capable of picking off targets a kilometer away and even blowing through thick vehicle armor. In my hand? Probably a M45 Tactical Shotgun.

Why a shotgun? Because I've played Halo, and nothing rips through the Flood (For non-halo fan people, they are basically close to zombies) or the Covenant like an M45 did for me. I like me my weapons.

So, what is normality? Well, from what I remember from writing this, apparently it's got something to do with guns. Except I don't think that the average person carries a gun in their back pocket.
Stupid blondes.