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I'd like to collect what normalcy is left in my life and bottle it into a glass jar. Then send my normal jar off to a large, white factory- preferably somewhere cold. Upon delivery of my jar, I would return to my daily duties and proceed with life. A few months would pass and I would briefly think of my jar. I would hope that my jar was lost or confused with another jar during translation, so that when I went to pick it up for future happiness, I would have that other person's jar. Not to ever open their jar, unless maybe it broke in the midst of dirty, meaningless sex. That would be appropriate I suppose..I would have no choice but to cling to this person's normalcy..I mean this is all hypothetical. But I assume that person's idea of normal is a hell of a lot better off than mine. At least I truly hope so.

I apologize to whoever got my jar. It was probably mislabled too