self-fulfilling prophecy. I'm far from being any more important than he same person with the similar hopes and dreams. Far-be-it-for-me to claim I'm hoisin anymore importance inside my skull than the next creative thinker. People with my style of thinking are not necessarily as original or as rare as we'd like to believe.
Still, it enables us to strike out and take control, because we want to, not because we have to, and that in-turn makes us fugue and fight over who we are as an individual, and is individual even the proper word to describe what we aim to be? Think of it more as a loss of our own personality when we are faced with insurmountable odds to avoid, or much rather; ascend the typical burger flipping job for the typical marketing and design job that inherently will pay about the same, if not worst in the long-run.
What makes us strive for better? Surely writing is my vested zen, my ever longing peace of mind from the constraints of both the typical and atypical ventures available. Books have always been my dram creations, but seeing what passes for literature these days. I almost feel obligated to turn away from
The medium, and in hopes of bettering my art form, turns those skills towards a more manageable medium, so I can be remembered for something great. Perhaps that say will come. Perhaps I will be immortalized, and carry the torch of proverbial succes for the pride of my namesake. Then again everyone strives to do just hat, and it seems more a black mark on their character where once before he heroes would be welcomed and cheered. Now they are vexed and vilified. So maybe having history forget me will be better for my successors than some tidbit about they are descended from so-and-so. Maybe it's better to fall through the cracks and be an unsung mass of disappointment, than a jovial someone that is the butt of every other person'so joke so even in death is get no rest.
Maybe it's better to be poor and unknown, especially if the life we lead becomes public to the rest of humanity so the .05% can laugh and mock the rest who are human, and imperfect. At least never have to swear the small stuff, belittled by the arrogant fools who are one bad post away from losing positions in the corporate chain. Maybe we are the real unsung heroes, lost in a cataclysm of bad decisions, poor judgment, and nasty habits. Perhaps we will survive, and be the last unburdened group when everyone else is unqualified, unfit to be are in public.ahbe then we shall get our freedoms back, perhaps then we will survive the onslaught of tyranny to come from out of the pigeonholed curriculum that states we must all look, act, and be a certain way, or else society will disown us as freaks and unworthy of the inalienable right for the pursuit of happiness we so dearly want, so badly need. Maybe we are all in a way creative malcontents that never see the light of day better than our socially acceptable counterparts. Still, I say fie to those who tell us to cover up our tattoos, remove our piercings, and dress in the carbon copy emulsion of corporate wear that is the best sheep skin to hide the nastiest of wolves. Conformity can be itself a revolutionary statement, but it is individual creativity that sparks the most beautiful renaissance of all.
I'm not arrogant: I know that body modification is itself a blatant uniformed hypothesis of conformity, albeit alternate. It is not necessarily the modifications to ourselves which makes for the difference, but that unique think on individual behind it, which chooses to be different, and disassociate themselves from the sameness, they know of which they simply cannot be.
I may not be covered in tattoos, nor peppered with piercings, but I identify greatly with the idea of subculture. Granted jobs don't need to heed to "your" perspective, and you choose to work at a job, they don't force your hand to stay. The post I make runs deeper than clothing and lifestyle choices, I am talking about we who are wired to react differently to those who have a particular mindset, especially if that mindset is the majority. We are only labeled freak because of a numbers game. Although most of us who are part of that unique minortu would doubtfully have tested the do-called normal moral majority as we are treated if we had full control for as long as they had, and in-turn wed perhaps would see a different, quite simpatico world than we see now.
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