Johnny O'Neal.

Who?

So maybe you've never heard of Johnny O'Neal. Actually, if you're looking through this homepage, you're probably one of his friends and are actually quite familiar with him. But let's set that aside for a moment and pretend you've never met me. Well, in many ways I am what you'd call a normal ordinary kid. I like good things and being happy, etc. The story of my life is fairly ordinary, I look pretty ordinary (not including the picture below), and my friends are pretty normal. I was once called (and this really amuses me): "a regular average joe, popular with the girls, ordinary type of guy."

But what the heck is ordinary? In many ways, I am a "normal" person. But almost everyone who knows me thinks I'm extremely strange. Throughout my short life of 16 and three-fourths years, I've noticed that either "normal" is not really the opposite of "weird," or that both are completely useless distinctions. I have met or seen people who I have called normal, but everybody who I really have gotten to know has turned out to be very strange in some way or another. This might just say something about the type of people I am friends with, but it seems fairly safe to generalize that there really isn't any normal person in existence.

However, that annoys me. I have always prided myself on being a wacky guy and being different from everyone else. But if no one is normal, that means I'm just like everyone else. And that, in turn, makes me normal. Whenever I look at life and notice patterns like this, I am almost certain that the entire universe is conspiring to annoy me. I believe not in an angry god, but in one who finds altogether too much amusement in irony.

Anyhow, I'll just leave you with this picture of myself, which is unfortunately the only one I have that the computer will let me put on the homepage. It is of me, though it looks nothing like me. I'll try to get a halfway realistic photo sometime. Until then, merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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