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i have been thinking about tattoos. i don't have one. and i don't think i'll get one. but no one i know would ever expect me to get one, and because of this, i'm almost tempted to get one. i've always done what is expected. and do you know what that's like.... to live under the burden of expectation?
raise your hand if you know...
isn't this life's great paradox? we're all trying to be independent and different. but if we're all doing it, doesn't this mean we're all the same?
i remember a long time ago.... this kid in my class for swimming lessons. the first few classes, all he'd do was sit on the edge of the pool, shivering. his arms wrapped around his knees. he was so afraid of the water. it was a beginner's class. i felt sorry for him, yet i probably made fun of him. but what is it i really remember? how much of my memory is of what really happened, and how much of it have i made up in the years since? the mind does funny things over time. it turned out that he passed that class, and i failed. now, years later, when i think of that kid, maybe i'm seeing a reflection of myself. maybe i'm projecting my own image of myself onto him. maybe i was afraid of the water.....
there's nothing to be afraid of...
the water's fine.
"don't dive shallow in deep dark waters"
raise your hand if you know...
isn't this life's great paradox? we're all trying to be independent and different. but if we're all doing it, doesn't this mean we're all the same?
i remember a long time ago.... this kid in my class for swimming lessons. the first few classes, all he'd do was sit on the edge of the pool, shivering. his arms wrapped around his knees. he was so afraid of the water. it was a beginner's class. i felt sorry for him, yet i probably made fun of him. but what is it i really remember? how much of my memory is of what really happened, and how much of it have i made up in the years since? the mind does funny things over time. it turned out that he passed that class, and i failed. now, years later, when i think of that kid, maybe i'm seeing a reflection of myself. maybe i'm projecting my own image of myself onto him. maybe i was afraid of the water.....
there's nothing to be afraid of...
the water's fine.
"don't dive shallow in deep dark waters"
posted by owen at 11:55 PM
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I read a story once by a Japanese writer about a man who was trying to be different from everyone else. His peers all looked exactly like him, with black suit and a dark blue tie. So every day he would try to find something different to wear or do on the way to work. One day, he got on his bus with a red tie, and another man had a red tie. The next day, he had a brown briefcase instead of black, and someone else had a brown briefcase. The next day , he put a bomb in his briefcase, and before he got on the bus, he heard an explosion down the street.
I got a new tattoo while in Chicago over the weekend!!!
no tattoos...thinking of getting one...maybe one day. Hmmmm...
I just wanted my hand to be counted...its raised high and flailing around!
The thing is that I don't really mind doing what is expected. What bothers me to no end is when the expected becomes the assumed. It is then that I want to scream "let me outta this box!!"
Maybe if we could just accept the fact that we are all unique and similar at the same time. A novel idea, eh? Embrace the similarity and celebrate the uniqueness. Sometimes it feels like that is happening and sometimes it feels like it will never happen, at least not in my lifetime.
After all isn't being accepted for who we are, who we were and who we will become, what most of us want? Oh and while you are at it, can you accept me without judging or under/over valuing me? hehe okay maybe I have gone too far, eh?
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