Today, while strolling to work...I started to think about what causes non-conformity. I was listening to a song from the Broadway show "Rent" and one line caused this thought process: "For being an us, no longer a them." Then it hit me.
Non-conformity often breeds from a group of people saying, "this is how things should be and if you don't like this, then you are different!" People often react differently when they hear it. You have folks who will work hard to become a them because they find it to be easier. Then you have folks, like me, who say, "Screw you! Fine, I'll reject your beliefs!" A non-conformist is born after that. I'll admit the main basis of my non-conformity is the fact that I want to think for myself. I won't go see a movie that is being hyped up because I'm afraid that the media persuaded me. What I usually end up doing is waiting for the hype do die down. Then I decide, "Do I really want to do this?" I guess being stubborn is also part of my non-conformity. I REFUSE to let someone define me and say, "Because you are a this, then you must act this way." As a woman, I like to define what makes me tick, what makes me feminine, what makes me me. Sure getting me in a skirt or dress is worse than pulling teeth...Well if you want me to wear those things the "proper" way.
But think about it...
Non-conformist reject and are rejected at the same time. If non-conformist weren't rejected, then they wouldn't have anything to reject. Does that make sense? I'm not trying to say that you all are simple minded, I just know that sometimes, things make sense to me because they are my thoughts. In other words...My mind is complex and every now and then, I have difficulty conveying my thoughts in a clear manner.
Imagine living in a world where your differences are appreciated. Where you are the master of your domain and people are okay with that. Where there isn't anyone trying to impose their beliefs on you. Would you have the need to rebel? Of course not! Heck in this imaginary world, if you wanted to shave a checker's pattern in your head...Folks would still treat you the same. They wouldn't say, "Hey, weirdo."
There wouldn't be hippies, beatniks, emos, goths, feminists, militants, nothing...
Because no one would be rejected...
So no one would need to reject.
It would be the death of non-conformity and I would be okay with that.
But until that happens, I am still the hot mess that you all know and love. The one who still won't eat refried beans because, "If they didn't get it right the first time, then I'm not eating it!" lol
I'm forever a "them" and forever yours...
Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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