individual… really ?
if you put twenty people in the same room sat them in a circle, and then gave them all a pen, a piece of paper and an apple to describe, something miraculous will happen. these twenty people will all find their own separate ways, with completely different wording and phrases, to say things about the apple.
even if you gave them the same apple and rotated it so that they could see the dents on the other side, the sentences they construct would still be worded differently.
isn’t it amazing that every human brain is so unique? i mean, how many ways can you describe a fucking apple? if you asked me to re-word my answer twenty times i’d need to use the thesaurus.
sure, we all grew up differently and had different influences and blah, but how many gramatically correct ways are there to describle an apple anyway?
maybe that’s why they make those competitions like “25 words or less.”
it makes me wonder why we put such an emphasis on individuality when you obviously can’t escape it. texts that tell us about our loss of humanity, our loss of self. people that tell us to be ourselves in case we lose the special stuff inside. is that even possible? if i wasn’t me, even if i was influenced by everything around me, even if i continuously caved in to peer pressure, who else could i be?
just a wussier version of me, that’s who.