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Moved from art account, =Que-Sera-Sera.
Original description: "You call me eccentric, I call you BORING." 'Cause the world needs different kinds of people, from those with Mohawks, those with piercings, those with minds led by imagination, logic, or violence, those who delve into fantasy, those who live in etiquette, those who use scents as pictures, those who speak alternate lingo, those who are innocent as apposed to perverted, those who are obsessed, those who laugh at the wrong times, those who insult, those who stare, and so many more. How boring would the world be if no one had differences, how strange would your existence be if nothing separated you from the person next to you except for your own independence and free will? Why complain about our world, with its minimal amount of rules, when it could be something potentially worse? About how people think, and how they make up themselves to look; why do you judge the person next to you? Because of how they look it so greatly effects your own life? Just because of physical choices they've made - dyed hair, tattoos, piercings, and obesity just a few examples - you're going to assume that they're lesser than you, and send strange looks and nasty glares toward them. How fair is that? Why can't I look at you, who is throwing yourself up on that high and mighty pedestal, and pick at you about things that are different from me? Because I'm not thin, have the same color of skin or hair throughout the entirety of my body, or because I have holes in my face that I wasn't born with? Why do my own decisions have to have such an effect on your outlook on life? Why do those decisions have to represent what we might be like otherwise? Just because someone is obese doesn't mean they don't have self-control, that they don't know how to manage things, that they would turn out to be a complicated friend because of a lack of reliability and low self-esteem. Just because someone dyed their hair a different color, even if unnatural, doesn't mean that they want to be different and unique, that they want to be seen as an outcast to the 'norm,' that they hold violent thoughts to the world, that they're the kind of punk who might lift something from a store. Those I know do and did it because they wanted to, because it meant something to them. Just because someone has a tattoo doesn't allow the silly accusations of poor life judgment, that they don't care about their body and would want to ruin it with ink, that they don't listen or pay attention to others. As with the hair, it can mean something. The next time you see someone who has any single thing different than you keep this in mind: take away the metal, the color, the extra weight, the physical or mental disabilities, the strange interests, the baggy or too-tight clothes, and what do you have? Exactly what you are. A human. So please. Don't judge others. You're doing yourself a favor. |
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