I am an alien in a strange world. That can be the only explanation. Everyday I am gobsmacked at what I observe, what people are, and why (as far as I can tell) they would like to be that way. It blows me away. I'm not saying that different is bad. But I am saying that boring is bad, conformity is not so wonderful, and what is life without a little savor, some il-liberal, unrighteousness?(perhaps this is showing my maturity level) Some times I feel as if I missed a day of "life class" or perhaps did not get that universal instruction manual that tells me what to wear on my sleeves and what to hide deep within my cavernous flesh. Am I too honest? Do I lack the ability to mask my own doubts?
You've no doubt heard the phraseology designed to reassure you that there are people who, indeed think like you. Me too. But I've run into very little proof of the validity of that phraseology. Indeed, I do have some very choice and cherished friends, but our conflicts (personality, and otherwise) define our friendships. I do not think that abnormal, as my friend Misty put it, (roughly) when people who think differently discuss an idea, morals or situation, a greater truth can discovered.
I like to think that life could be a visceral experience, vivid, acrid, textured and exuberant--but I'm not feeling it.
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