Why can't we just be normal?

This is a question that goes through my mind when I am worrying what other people think about me. I say "we" because I like to blame my weirdness on my good husband. This question comes up at my lowest state. And well, that happens a lot. Instead of being content in any situation and trusting in the Lord and all that, I go to the dark side where everything sucks, no one likes me. It is here that I am at my lamest. It is at my lamest that God scoops me and helps me remember the world doesn't revolve around me.