does "normal" even exist?

she liked being by herself, but hated being lonely. she craved the rain even though it made her sad. she longs to travel, but gets homesick all too easily. she was a different type of girl; not someone you could easily define as normal. but what is normal, anyways? does a single "normal" person even exist, she wondered? she thought that to be a normal human being would be rather boring. what a sad existence, she decided, to have no quirks, no oddities or original personality to call your own. but maybe, she thought, if she tried harder to be "normal" (whatever that entails), to be like everybody else, she wouldn't stand out of the crowd like a sore thumb. then maybe people wouldn't stare at her as much or give her a scornful look whenever she gave a different kind of opinion or wore clothes unlike the other girls. after much thought, she decided that, no, she'd rather be herself than trying to be normal. she'd probably mess up at it anyways.