Looking at my family, I realize how weird and different from them I am. My family members are all normal, fitting the stereotypes of what a 40+ year old man, 40+ year old woman, and a teenage guy should be. They engage in the normal activities, my parents dieting, exercising, my dad chopping wood, mowing the lawn, and other such menial tasks. My brother hangs out with friends, goes longboarding, works at a part time job, etc. They dress normally, act normally, talk normally, they are as normal as they come.

And then there's this freak. I rarely venture beyond the hallowed bounds of my room, going outside only to check the mail when a package is expected. My wardrobe is quite strange, a mix between punk/gangsta garb and nerdy shirts, unkempt hair, a faded old camo hat, and a bunch of multicolored bracelets. My tastes in music are odd (At least as far as my family is concerned), ranging from rap to jazz. I do nothing except goof around on my computer all day. Even my dad, who is a computer programmer, says I spend too much time on the computer. I never eat breakfast, I don't eat three meals a day (I only eat two meals a day if I'm feeling especially hungry), I could probably survive on a diet of nothing but soda and monitor glow. I don't talk much, but when I'm with friends, I act very goofy.

I probably have the highest IQ in the family (not to brag or anything), but I'm lazy. As such, my grades are usually only A-'s or B's (In my family, that's almost worse than murdering someone.). I'm left-handed, which is odd, considering everyone else in my family (immediate or extended) is right-handed.

Oh well, I don't want to be normal anyway. Life is so much better when you're a freak. Individuality is much better than mediocrity.