Normal LIfe

When does strange become normal? I mean, how many times can I walk past a group of chickens on the way to school and not think "haha, I just walked past a group of chickens on my way to school".

How many street dogs do you have to see without wrenching at your heart strings?

How many car alarms have to go off at all hours of the day before you don't hear them anymore?

How many skinny, dark-skinned, mothers with their sullen faced babies have to beg as you pass by before you don't notice?

And then there's this...

Will I ever get to the point where I don't do a double take?