I agree, and didn’t vote.
As for what is generally perceived as being “normal” I don’t know if I would fit. When I went on Social Security Disability for anxiety and depression, my co-workers understood because they’ve seen me in my work environment, and knew I was very different at work than I was off of work. My other friends, however, were baffled because I seemed so “normal” to them.
I think it’s pretty normal to have SOMETHING “wrong” with you. So I would consider myself to be normal.
I wasn’t going respond to this thread, but since I need to post something off topic anyway first, I guess I will.
Foggy: No need to tell you how much that sucks I suppose, but I hope that you experienced good times as well as bad and have a vivid enough memory that the good ones are a source of solace during the bad.
There has been some very promising work on new anti-depressants inspired by the discovery of the nearly miraculous effect that even small doses of ketamine can have on people suffering from even treatment resistant depression.
What’s interesting about this is that it suggests completely new neurochemical pathways are involved in depression. Ketamine is an NMDA antagonist. That a type of glutamate receptor. However that is an intermediate step since it is a subsequent increase in AMPA that seems to be the source of the therapeutic effects. But stay tuned.
Ketamine also increases BDNF (brain derived neurotropic factor) which stimulates neurogenesis and there has been much speculation that many of the SSRI drugs actually work via the hippocampus-neurogenesis route rather than by manipulating serotonin.
I grew up in what roboticists call the uncanny valley. That’s not to imply that I fancy myself an android although I do intend to go cyborg at the earliest opportunity. No. I looked perfectly normal and was able to pretend to be enough like everybody else that I slipped by with people just thinking I was odd, if they thought about me at all.
I wasn’t a sociopath though inasmuch as that my deception wasn’t intentional, I thought that’s what you were supposed to do. Imagine my surprise when I found out otherwise. Actually it was part shock and part relief - relief because I really suck at pretending and it’s far too exhausting anyway.
I think everyone is a bit weird in their own way.
I am different to a lot of people in some ways, but I don’t think I’m so very different that I’m outside the range of normal. It’s a pretty big range, imo.
Sorry. Forgot to mention there was a definite neurological reason and given the relatives I know or know of, some strong genetic reasons (serious about the former, pretty serious about the latter).
Whatever ‘normal’ is, I’m not it.
I’m well above any of the Mensa cutoffs that I can check myself against. So at one tail of the bell curve there.
I became a parent for the first time at age 55. Practically off the bell curve there.
I have assorted kinks that I don’t talk about much, but that I have long since accepted. I’ve come to realize such kinks are more common than I would have guessed back in the pre-Internet days, but still, I’m probably in the 5% tail of that bell curve too, all things taken together.
Other than that, I’m just an ordinary, average guy, my friends are all boring, and so am I, just an ordinary average guy.
Oh yeah: did I mention that practically everything reminds me of a phrase from one song or another? Just an oddball like that. 
I consider myself stunningly normal. So much so, in fact, that I would be the perfect representative of the average American: average intellect, average height/weight, average education, average income, average family size and makeup, average faith, etc. Even my hopes and aspirations are what you’d expect from somebody like me.
This does not cause me to despair. Sure, there’s a part of me that wants to be unique, but at my age now, I see how lucky I am to be in exactly the position I’m in, and I feel no self-consciousness at my lack of exceptionalism.
I am nowhere normal. I’m not sure I’m even human.
I’m definitely not normal.
I’m much cooler than about 95% of people walking around today. Took me 35 years to realize it, though.
I don’t know how to answer this question. I am certainly very different from everybody else in many ways. But I think most people can say something similar. So in that sense I am normal.
I’m. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeird.
Don’t worry, I haven’t seen you on the mothership so you’re probably ok (no guarantees). 
I’m a weirdo, but not any weirder than a lot of people are about their own certain things, I’m sure. And I only like other weirdos. I’ve stopped dating men because they weren’t weird enough for me. That’s not interesting to me plus it makes me feel too self-conscious. I told one guy he looked like a bumble bee because he had on a yellow and black striped shirt. He just looked at me like, “um, what?” Fuck you, dude.
Wow, what a dud.
Trust me, there are weird guys out there. The sort I call my friends would’ve cracked up at some dood looking like a bee.
Oh I know that 
My boyfriend is a huge weirdo (not just in a crazy way, he’s also SUPER silly although you would never, ever know it when he’s on asshole mode).
Being that I experience everything through myself, I’m the standard of normal against which I judge everyone else.
Well, that’s relieving to hear for all my fellow weirdos out there.
Not the asshole part though, that just comes as a package deal with having a dick.
I’m sloppy, hairy when I want to be and give out fluids from all kinds of orifices. I’m also anal in some ways but would rather dance than drink. People tell me I’m smart. (Not you guys. :p; I know I’ve got a lot to learn and look forward to it.)
I’m clinically depressed (got my papers!) but get giddy with the “Awright!” times when the flow is "go 'long. "
I think that makes me normal. Because I think normal is uneven; a little this, a lotta that, not so much this other thing. We’re special, all of us. Mixed up in our own mixed up way. Since nobody is Not, that’s got to be normal, right?
There are hundreds of different scales on which you could evaluate a person. On some of them, I’m normal; on others, I’m not.
I suspect you could say the same about most people. Maybe all of them. At least, the normal ones.
Since most people aren’t normal, that’s normal. And since I’m not normal, that must make me normal too. So, I’m normal, most of the time. Sometimes I’m just like everybody else, which is quite abnormal for most people.
I fit the norm most of the time.
Funny though, I answer on-line surveys emailed to me by a polling firm. Hey, I get a cheque for $50 every couple of years!
So, a lot of times I get screened out of the survey after 2 or 3 questions, because I don’t fit the profile for the survey. Like I haven’t seen a particular advertisement, or I haven’t watched 20 hours of TV this week, or I don’t eat out at restaurants often enough or go out to the movies often enough. So, in some ways I’m not normal, at least as described from a statistical definition.