Normalcy

Today was nicer than most have been recently, with sunlight and blue sky visible between the clouds.  When I opened the door to my car this afternoon, I found a small puddle of water on the floor in front of the drivers' seat.  No doubt snow had fallen off my shoes and melted while my car was parked in the sun.

Various half-plans for removing the water drifted idly through my mind as I sat down and turned on the engine.  I could turn the heat in the car on high, in spite of the warmth of the day, and crack the windows so that the water would evaporate.  I could try to somehow pick up the rubber mat and bend it into a bowl shape so that the water wouldn't spill, then dump it outside the car.  Then in the midst of my musings I wondered, What would a normal person do?  Probably just get a rag to soak it up and clean it at home.

Wait a minute... back up that train of thought.  Did I just think what I think I thought?  What would a normal person do?  What kind of a thought is that?  It just came unbidden into my head, so it might mean that subconsciously I don't think of myself as a normal person.  But is that a good thing or a bad thing?  It could be a sign of some perceived line of seperation between myself and most other people, resulting in some sort of deep-seated neurosis.  On the other hand, since what a normal person would do wasn't among my first plans of action, maybe it's true in any case.  I'm not normal, and those thoughts are just an affirmation of my acceptance of non-normalcy!

...  Do normal people worry about these things?