One thing I find myself noticing every day is that everyone (with few exceptions) is the same. At least, within the teenage populace anyway.
I look around the hallways at Hononegah and see a blur of faces, most of them indistinct from the others. Nothing sets most of these people apart from one another. Their interests, personalities are all so similar.
Yet they all seem to think they're the most unique. It's incredibly ironic. I find myself thinking similarly so often, and that bothers me. I have come to admit that I am no different, but does that admittance make me different? And does my thinking that admittance makes me different make me the same? It's a never-ending paradox. One that I can't seem to escape.
I guess it's all irrelevant.
Since I've noticed this, I've also noticed that I tend to gravitate toward the people who truly are different from the rest. The people that don't fit into the accepted societal stereotypes (even the 'weirdo' and 'nerd' stereotypes). I look at the people I'm closest to, and realize that I am probably close to them because of their differences. Their different perspectives relieve the monotony that would otherwise be my daily life, and make it refreshing to do the otherwise monotonous things I do every day.
And even in blogging about the similarities of the world around me, I can't avoid being similar myself to all the other people writing blogs about everyday life.
Ah, irony and my paradoxical life.

Posted at 11:42 PM