“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts.
Do the unexpected.
Find the others…”
― Timothy Leary
I would say that as an act of running over a dead cat it gets flatter, implying that something is being achieved, however, flogging a dead horse is completely pointless and is a waste of effort.
“All men are created equal.” ==The constitution. Words I live by .
Also, “Ain’t Nobody Got Time for That.” —Lady on TV. also words to live by. Sometimes, if I think something will take way too much time and effort, I hear the echo of her voice and I walk away from whatever it is. It is weird to me that my favorite motto is a much maligned meme, I think she packed a lot of wisdom in that one sentence, something that will live on in internet legacy moments forever…wherever she is, I hope she knows I hear her voice whenever I decide not to do something like submit to another unpaid internship.
This is from a friend of mine who was at one point diagnosed with sza but later re-diagnosed as bipolar:
“But, all the ■■■■ that I went through in the past doesn’t define me, what defines me is how I handle it now. That’s the biggest lesson I’ve learned. The same with all the illnesses I have, the labels don’t define me. What defines me is what I do about it. And I’m very persistent on my treatment. “
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain… …and an athlete… …and a basket case… …a princess… …and a criminal.
