This one goes out to all my fellow weirdos here on Vingle.
Have you ever had one of those days when you're micro-managing your level of chill and then suddenly you find yourself waist-deep in a trashcan and calling yourself Trashius, Lord of Garbage?
What keeps YOU from being normal?
(For me, it's the fact that pigs' feet - braised not pickled - is one of my favorite foods of all time. I can eat that stuff like corn on the cob. I don't even care. I go savage.)