Becoming normal

I have discovered, with aid of the internet that I…

*Am a realist
*Am a noncombatant in the game of love
*Have a healthy mix of trust and skepticism
*Am otherwise… becoming what I’d call normal…

So weird isn’t it? Two years ago, I’d have been raving in mock outrage at the idea of becoming normal, yet somehow it doesn’t seem so bad. All a part of growing up I tell ya.

Now question at hand: is this a good thing?