So, people…
Today, when I was on my way to university, I suddenly encountered an extraordinary amount of people prostituting their personality. It might have been up to the closeness of our beloved educational structure or just a mere coinsidence… haha, sure.
However, what made me shake my head in shame was the obvious urge everyone seemed to have to express as much about themselves as possible by just being as they were. I could read one’s interests in his clothing style, I could guess a girl’s attitude by her stance, her personality by the way she held her folder tightly. Everything about them was screaming “Please, I badly need to be categorized!”. But just as much as they were like everyone else, wrapped in woolen scarfs and with coffee between their hands, I bet they defend their individuality and uniqueness at all costs. I guess the more special you try to be, the less special you get. Difference is something you’re born with, something you can’t learn or actively shape.
I do not want to arrogate that I’m someone outstanding, but I hope I’m at least not another empty face.
