Normalcy.

Everything has changed. The weather, the time, the style of clothes, the people. Who I am is not who I used to be. Who you are is not who you used to be. Yes, we may look similar to that old school portrait, yes we may still live in the same house, the same town, but we’re older now. Different thoughts, different views and opinions in our minds.
Sometimes I think back to when I was younger and say, boy, I wish I was still as innocent as I was then. I am so different than that girl I used to be. The difference is notable from year to year. I do dress the same as I did last year. I do not think the same as I did last year. Nor do I act the same as I did last year.
People say things like, “She is not normal” or “She is weird.” Tell me, if things are always changing, is there ever a normal? There is only different, there is only weird.
The only thing that could possibly be "normal" is a routine, and after awhile, even that changes.