I don’t want the same hair-cut
as every other idiot in this town.
I don’t want to wear the same clothes.
I don’t want to talk the same;
or make the same bad jokes.
I don’t want to be like them
in so many ways.
I want to be unique.
I want to be special.
I want to be an individual.
. . .
I want
the same thing
that so many other Americans want . . .
to feel like an individual;
to feel different then the rest of our society;
to be seen and feel recognized for being different.
My hunger to be an individual
makes me
just like
the rest of
America.
My desire to be unique
makes me
incredibly
common.
Shit.
-C.H. 7.15.23
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