I recently had a revelation about why I feel the need to be unique, I was always attracted to the odd, the minority, the truly different. I blame it on an Idea I had at the age of 7 or 8, attending a birthday party.
Everyone was having root beer floats, but it was a big party, and was at the back of the line. By the time I got to the front, there was no more root beer. Trying to make the best of things I created the Hawaiian punch float. Not very good at all, and the other kids called me weird. Then came a thought to my mind that was the first really sad thought about the world I ever really had. I thought something like this. "It's not that weird. I am not the first person who has done it. its probably been done countless times. This world is so infinite that everything must have already been done, by someone at least." and that made me sad. I think it was then that somewhere in my mind something said no, we can do better than that, we can be unique.
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