It reminds me of my life at school. I'm pretty smart I guess, but pathetic at math. The thing is, I'm different. So are my friends. We're pretty much outcasts thrown together, so we kinda clash a bit. My school's small, so there's one depressed girl for the goth cliche,one hyper cheerleader that isn't wanted for the unwanted cliche, and then me, the smart weirdo I guess. Just because I refuse to spread rumors, hurt people, and wear tight clothes they decide I'm an alien. Plus, I'd rather read than play football or anything, and I'm in band. I'm the total anime/manga geek too. But the thing that hurts the most is the simplest things they say. "You're weird!" hurts the worst I guess. Or maybe it's when they talk behind my back. Or when one kid said he was going to beat me to a pulp and wear my teeth on a neclace.
Be rpoud of your difference. Sometimes it's a difficult thing to bear, but in the end it's always your greatest strength. People who reject you and/or your friends are just immature morons who don't see the truth of the values you defend by being yourself.
I never understood why the ones who are different are ignored. Because the different ones are always the best ones. They aren't the ones who deserve to picked on, and in the end... they're always the ones who save you
Because most people fear what is different since they can't identify to it. And also because accepting those who are different means becoming different yourself, meaning breaking free from the group and taking the risk to suddenly see how superficial you may have been before. But in the end, you're absolutely right, the different ones are always those who save you because they are much more clear sighted.
People are such strange things. I mean, it's like girls that go to the bathroom in groups, they always need moral support, even though they're just doing a simple, every day task. The different ones always want to be one of the sheep, I guess that even though they're more clear-sighted, we all want to be a part of something. Now, if there was only a group of different people...
Actually, I've never wanted to be one of the sheep. I chose at a very young age to be different and I certainly suffered because of that choice. I've had a pretty lonely childhood and teenage years because of that choice...you know, not caring about fashion, not caring about being part of a group of people I knew were together for superficial reasons, refusing to spread rumors, hating to hurt people for no reason, always willing to help others, and so on.
I always say that being different means being yourself. And it's difficult, when you're a child or a teen, to accept taking that kind of decision because you know that you will be considered an outcast for refusing to follow the group. It's difficult, it's painful, but in the end it's something one should be proud of.
Now, I can say I have a couple of wonderful friends and those who are patient enough to get to really know me and deserve my trust and friendship, well, those people know there is nothing I wouldn't do for them.
I never wanted to be a sheep either, although I can't say I was like you, I certainly don't try to be the same, but I also don't exactly try to be different either. I don't particularly care for fashion, and all the groups in school don't really click with me, or I with them. I guess my life is sort of lonely, however I've been blessed, or cursed, with an excellent imagination, and what I lack in people to entertain me, I make up for with stories and doodles to entertain me.
That's something I've always believed as well, if you want to be yourself, you can't be everybody else. And in the end, I think I will be proud of being different, because that way, I'll be set apart from others. I think that in the end, I'll have the advantage.
I'm not sure if I've found people like that yet. The friends I currently have are... iffy on their opinion of me. Just before summer, they deemed me their project and tried to change me to better increase my, and their, popularity. I refused to let them and for a time we weren't friends. Then they felt guilty and I gave them a second chance. I'm waiting to see what happens now
Mmm, I think a Fountain of Time would grant you exactly that, but a fountain of youth wouldn't necessarily grant you time. I mean, sure, you'd be young (doesn't mean that you -or me, for that matter- are old, btw)and be healthier than older people and all, but would you actually have more time?
(Talk about an unnecessary debate! )
But anyway,....YAY for Calico and myself! Oh, and you!
PepperDarcyFeatured By OwnerApr 4, 2011Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I. MUST. HUG. HICCUP! Cuz I know what that feels like. It's why I'm so crazy about the movie. I'm just like Hiccup, clumy, clutz etc... get told weird things and feel useless. And then it turned out for hiccup I just love this movie
I can also relate to Hiccup. I spent most of my childhood/teenage years alone because I was too different. Such things can be forgiven but not forgotten (which is precisely the point of those crosses Hiccup carved in Footprints).