Incredibly Common

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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