People want to belong. That much we can be sure. Occasionally, people find glee in their individuality. Though I must say, even that creative use of the human experience is in it's own right, a stride to conform.
One day someone somewhere shaved their heads leaving only a small strip down the center of his head. Then he spiked it up! So birthing the Mohawk, supposedly a monument to rebellion and individualism. I saw three this morning on my way to work.
Each of those people who wore them had one thing in common. The darty looks and forced swagger of a scared being. These are not rebels, these are not individuals. These people want to belong so much, to that norm, they try to laugh at it.
You teased the girl in school you liked the most. You avoid the eyes of that passerby you feel attracted too, it is human nature to deny yourself of your dreams. That allows you to be the victim. The one in control in a world of chaos.
Stand up. Straighten your clothes. Take of that stupid hat, and dance if you want to.
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