Why is being the weirdo so ironically weird?

I’m a strong mask that collapses inside.
I’m the classmate who is always either being nerdy or reading or listening to music while reading.
I’m that friend who gives advice for things that 99% of the time she only dreamed of experiencing.
I’m that daughter always in her world with a drugged face (I don’t do drugs).
I’m that stranger who ironically always wants to be a stranger but at the same time enter your life.
But someone who gets into your life is no longer a stranger but becomes from acquaintance to who knows what. No?
I’m that granddaughter who always helps you in the kitchen (hello grandma) or watches soccer with you and then says she doesn’t like it when she likes it (grandfather you didn’t read this okay?)
I’m like an old woman trapped in a young girl’s body.
But at the same time I contradict myself.
I like parties. And then why don’t I go? I have no one with.
But at the same time, I like too to connect my headphones, play my favorite songs and read anything random or write.
I’m like a contradiction with legs. 99% of the things I like but at the same time I don’t.
There are very few things I like or hate without finding something to like about it.
Weirdo!
Proudly weirdo.
What is normal?
It differs from person to person. And it’s annoying.
I don’t know how to be normal.