they say there's one in every group. what does that say about the rest of us? that we are nothing to be one on our own. we are not the guy from tennessee with too much hair product and the leather jacket who always manages to ask a question right at 10:49. we are not the girl with the nose piercing who admires anarchy and modern weaponry a little too much and is vocal about it. we are not the professor who is still single and brilliant but draws great cartoons. we take all our little one bits and disguise them with the rest of us that makes the group so much more comfortable. and we mock the ones. or act like they are the ones failing at being someone when in reality that is all they are doing, and are doing so unintentionally, which is really what its all about.
but we envy them that. their weird smells, stonewashed denim, or even their position on gun control. because it is these things that make them the one. it's so windy it feels like we are going to blow away. i looked african the other day. or so that is what he said to me. i don't have any facial piercings. any more. my hair is a bit unyielding at times. i tripped when i was running today. i can't write music. these are thoughts i have about myself. but what is my oneness? i don't want to break hearts or hurt others. but i don't want to be broken either. this is what oneness requires i'm afraid. and i just really love getting As.
there's a song that says "she's standing in the ashes at the end of the world, with the wind blowing her hair".
is it a good thing or a bad thing? he calls her the whore of babylon. but she's left standing.
2 comments:
Ahhh ... a thinking blog.
I can't describe your oneness. It just is. And it DEFINITELY is! Anyone who knows you - even somewhat - has probably said at some point, "Well, that's just Kate/Kathryn."
There's an essence that defies description. I think it is even more 'oneness' for all it's lack of obviousness. People might walk by you and never know about it because it isn't visual. Too bad for them. If they'd allowed their attention to be caught by your quirky outfit, myriad of expression, or enthusiastic conversation, their worlds would be bigger.
My world grows every time I communicate with you. My mind expands.
Celebrate your oneness and have confidence it does not depend on the aborted eyebrow piercing or pink-striped hair!
I love you!
You always write thought provoking stuff. I like it. You definitely have a oneness that no one could dare compare to. Unfortunately, that means there are not other similarly strong individuals in this world. I hope I don't just look like you, I hope I'm strong too.
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