I am me.
Of course this should make sense since no one is disputing this fact.
Yet, I find myself in a quandry where subconsciously I am trying to identify myself by standards set out with conformity in mind.
More often than not, when I look in the societal mirror, I stand out and this is not the good type.
Or maybe it is but I will never enjoy this goodness if I cannot accept my anomaly.
The society isn’t trying to make one a conformist.
In fact, when one starts to say society made me this way.
The come back is usually, who is society? and then the faceless void hits you.
You are dumbfounded because there are no culprits.
You want to know why?
It is because there is no one society, no identifiable societal image but the thing is, society exists.
It is in all of us and we project it subconsciously, collectively.
That is what binds us, this is what makes it a struggle to break away or bend in ostracization.
Back to why I am me…
So I know I am also the society and yet I am under its influence even though I am one of its influencers.
What am I even trying to say?
Am I saying I have a part in how I feel about certain things because subconsciously I am a part of why some things I am uncomfortable about still exists?
This may not be absolutely true but I am certain there is a degree of truthfulness in it.
Yet, I am me
I think there is a them though.
Even though, I am one of them.
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