First of all, I want to apologize for neglecting the blog. Not that I have that many faithful readers, but I know some of you have been around here for a while. I hope you’ve stayed. This is an attempt resurrection. I hope it works with this blog post!
I read it in a book. It was a thought that I’ve pretty sustained all my life, about the uniqueness of us all. Or lack thereof.
Why force them to hear the brutal truth, which is that most of us are utterly ordinary?
I posted it on all my social networks and waited to see if there was some kind of reaction because I wanted to talk about it. But there wasn’t more than ‘likes’. So, I’m writing about it.
I find it very interesting that pretty much everyone feels they’re unique and different from everyone else, like they’re wired differently somehow. It’s a mentality that is built from childhood, parents telling children they’re the most unique and special children in the world. (Personally, I don’t agree with that, I won’t be telling my children that!) Like there’s something about them that no one else has. But when you look at them, they’re just like millions and millions of people out there. Let’s take teenage girls for example. When you’re a teenager, you think you’re the most unique person in the world. You’re confused, and you think you’re different, and no one could possibly understand you. Except that… there are so, so, so many other teenage girls that feel exactly teenage girls that feel exactly like you. As you grow up, you start to realize that.
It’s almost a bizarre thing, how much of ‘the same’ people are. I look at the girls my age, and they dress the same, they talk the same, they ARE the same. It’s so weird. Yesterday I was walking with my dad and we saw about 50 girls who could have been taken one for another, because they were all… THE SAME.
I’m not excluding myself out of this. I’m not saying I’m more unique than anyone. Who am I to judge that? I’m sure there are millions of girls like me, who may not fit the above pattern I was talking about, but that are just as ‘different’ as I am.
The thing is, though, while in the great scheme of life most people aren’t really different, no one’s really the same. You have to factor in all the individualities that come with upbringing, background history, personality quirks.
And, you know, most of us aren’t cut out to do great things like find out the cure to cancer or save the world when the Zombies attack, but we’re special to our families and friends, and, to them, there’s only one of us. That’s what matters the most, I think. Even if there’s a million of us in the world.
So, what do you think, readers? Do you think I’m veering far off the rails here? That everyone’s completely unique and I’m going to traumatize my children by telling them otherwise?