One of the revelations I got about myself over time is that it’s ok to admit that I like normal things. Things like when other people say nice things to me, or pop music, or junk food. I trained myself many years to appreciate the alternative stuff (tried not to care what people say, listened to punk rock or metal, tried eating the right foods). I think it was a few manifestations of my ego and pride, and I was happy to let them go. Understanding that I’m normal gave me lots of empathy to others.