Not so Different

Funny, how we so strive for abnormality, denying that there should be anything normal and ordinary about us. When the words "weird" or "random" are used to describe us, there is a thrill that shouldn't be exciting. We so delight in being different that we romanticize things that are ugly and wrong so we can be "weird". Why?

Because "weird" becomes "accepted". Why do we so strive to make others laugh, even at our own expense? Because if they are laughing, they are not rejecting; if they find some sort of amusement in you, they won't push you away - at least, not immediately. If they're laughing, then we can laugh with them and have a semblance of a real relationship, if only for a short while. We strive for that "friendship" so desperately, like a dying sailor for a cup of muddy water; something that isn't pure in the least, but will satisfy, for a time. It's better than salt water, but after a time, it leaves that same longing for more that never is truly quenched.

What is "normal" that it is so feared? To be less than abnormal is a curse, and no one quite knows why. Under that striving to be recognized by being "weird" in the same way as other is a soul terrified of being left alone. Inside each grown person is a child, screaming for something he can't comprehend, torn apart by a desire to be himself.

Our world is made to suppress that, by teaching us we must all be the same; same hairstyle, same clothes, same manner. With every move we make to be "weird" and "random" we are longing to be like every other person. What a truly vicious cycle we are all caught within, and no way out without being shunned. If you're not longing to be like us, you're not worth being accepted.

Welcome to America and the world; land of the free, home of the brave - so long as you're just like us.

~Overcast