What is normal? Do you or I know? Wearing shorts in the winter time, walking with flip flops in the snow? Tanning bed or suntan, shave or don't. Brown and black, mix or match, do we really know? Choices are in our hands, yet our choices revolve around society. Haven't we learned we can't please everybody? Judgemental? Maybe, but I guess we all can be. The rate of normality is a question beyond you and me. Normal weight, normal height, normal IQ, normal sight, but yet we can't see beyond our differences in reality. Whose normal, you or me, black eyed peas, or green beans? Dogs that wear clothes, or grannys with false teeth?    ?  ?Whose normal, they or me?