I scare normal people.
Tonight I hung out with someone who called herself "normal." She wasn't that normal, I think, but she wasn't a bisexual vegetarian, she had no abnormal piercings, and so forth. Things got a little weird when I mentioned that the last book I read had been, ah, liberated from a Barnes and Noble. Also, she looked completely bemused when I asked her if there was anything girls liked more than boy they can play dressup with. And again, she wasn't that normal.
I think this means I'm going to have to do some personality retooling to make friends with the local Greeks. No, not THOSE Greeks. . . no, not them either.