I recall at a vey young age being told I was special, unique and I should celebrate that. It was pretty cool. Then we got herded up and sent to schools with structure and rules and expectations trying to make us all the same by treating us that way. Wear these clothes, learn this stuff and act this way. Don’t be too weird in your uniqueness or we will have to control you in other ways, like magic pills to dull your imagination and tame your spirit. And the sad thing is most of us buy into it. When we grow up, it’s only okay for each snowflake to be different, but not people. We all live in boxes, are fed the same crap by the powerful, told when to sleep, how to behave and what to look like. Different is frowned upon. For the most part, I played their game. I cut my hair and painted my picket fence while I was making others richer and being led to believe this was my “happy”.
I had buried me in their clone-ness. But, their plan was not my dream. I am different and darn proud of it. When I walked away, I went through a long mourning period and then began to realize a rebirth. I am still that special and unique kid. I am different and it bothers others that I celebrate my uniqueness. They aren’t me and I refuse to give the boundaries that are rightfully mine. They have no right to shove their expectations on me. I will groom as I please, I will love who and how I please and harm no one. Hey, Easter people, isn’t that what Jesus did? Our political leaders wear their clown costumes and are war mongers while they shout “peace and freedom” as the get obscenely rich. Put me in the martyr column with John Lennon.
Everything will remain the same until enough people wake up to the reality and question, even challenge the status quo. I have been rich and I have been poor, it’s my turn to be happy. Now that my friend, is different.