The Central Limit Theorem

I was accused of normality tonight. I'm not talking about statistical normality, the kind that invokes the central limit theorem (CLT). Nobody has ever intentionally invoked the CLT on me and made some assumption that I come from a normal distribution. But tonight, I was called normal. I'm not sure how well I jive with that, and here's why:

• I like statistics. Some would call this masochistic.
  
• Some would also call me an emotional masochist, whatever that means.
• Any type of masochistic behavior is not normal. Though if you looked at the population of masochists in the world, they may follow a normal curve. Again, CLT.
• And again, not normal.
• I made fun of a girl named Rachel today on the plane. No, no, I didn't know her. She sat next to me and tried to touch the butt of the guy on the other side of her. Then she couldn't get her seat belt on...I told her it would easier to get it to work without a phone in her hand. She then played Labyrinth on my iPod and we watched an episode of Arrested Development. She told me that she liked my fohawk-glasses-sport coat look, to add her as a friend on FB, asked if it was going to be awkward for me to meet her boyfriend as we walked together to the baggage claim, and then introduced me to said bf.
  
• I like being awkward, awkward situations, making others feel awkward, and the word "awkward."
• I argued with Micah about the word random for 60 minutes on the way home from the airport. I'm still right, btw.
• I'm writing a list of reasons that I'm not normal on a very public blog.
  
• I almost forgot an "l" in that last sentence. Can you guess where?
• I write things like the last item on the list and then reference it from this item.
  
• I hate [most] condiments, yet I dip my [plain] cheeseburgers in ice cream.
• I didn't get mad at the dumb H-ers at Southwest Airlines for losing my guitar. A normal person would probably freak.
• I called them dumb H-ers in my head.
• This list is getting pretty long, but I can think of one million more reasons that I'm not normal. If you want the list in its entirety, I'll pick up a [fruit] pizza, maybe a shake and a salad from Cafe Rio, and we'll chill. And by chill, I mean that I'll list off one-by-one the rest of the exhaustive list...ad nauseam.

Peace.


PS Does anybody see anything funny about this picture? OK, I know that what he wrote is weird, but can you notice anything else...out of place?