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Thoughts while watching prozac nation:

People say absurd little pick me up lines like: there is no normal…everyone is an individual and odd in their own way.

Thats true i suppose…but only to an extent. The truth is there is a majority out there that all learned to speak the same silent language. They are all unique but there is something in their core that is the same that allows them to understand eachother.

Then there is the others…the ones that are truly odd down to the last inch of themselves. Im reminded of a story i read once where everyone had a birthmark, shaped like a puzzle piece, and somewhere in the world was a soulmate with a birthmark the same shape as theirs. Everyones was different, different number of sides, facing a different way. But they were all the same because they were all puzzle pieces…and they all knew without any doubt that they had a match somewhere. But then there was a select few with birthmarks shaped like stars and hearts and question marks. And these people were different…truly different…and alone.

Real life is the same way. And those of us who are TRULY unique…we spend so much time wanting nothing except to find someone who sees that difference and understands it. Who doesnt just give us the cookie cutter line “everyones different”. Someone to say “oh holy shit! You really ARE different arent you? How beautiful.” But then when we finally find someone who truly gets us…it terrifies us. We never really expected it to happen, and we are not prepared to be seen so clearly…so we run…or we destroy it. Perhaps weve grown so used to being alone…learned to like it because we had to or we’d have lost our sanity…solitude and exile have become our safety blanket and we dont know how to accept anything else.

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Author: Meggo The Flying Eggo

Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was. Once upon a time I knew what I was doing and where I was going. Once upon a time I knew what I wanted and what I didn't like. Once upon a time I had it all figured out... Then I was born.

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