Everybody thinks they are unique, they are special. But do they really know what it means to be different? It means that nobody understands what you say, everybody thinks you’re fucked-up because you act and think differently.
It is tough when your perspective is so different from people, in a way that it’s not about whether the chicken or the egg comes first, it’s about why the chicken is even here, and it goes deeper. It’s not about right or wrong – there is no right or wrong – you see beyond of others’ visions and they are just too superficial to understand.
What’s the point of knowing and understanding things when no one else does? When no matter how you explain, they just don’t see your point? In the end you still have to accommodate to their stupidity because it is arrogant to point out that they are stupid.
Ultimately, the agony falls on you as you try to fit into them. You ponder on others’ feedback, so much that you start to think the problem is with you. Eventually you realize it’s not that you’re living in your own world, it’s that your world is different from theirs.
You see a world that is deeper, you understand a logic which is far more profound. But what’s the point? No one else does. To others, you are just a skeptic, an extremist, a pessimist, an arrogant egoistic snob.
To friends who understand what I’m saying – I thank you – it lets me know that we are not alone. I enjoy our time chatting together, you know who you are. But our numbers are few, the majority others do not understand.
Sometimes, I wish I can be normal . . .
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