Well approx half of the species should get a trophy for coming last.

Almost half of the people in the world are below average.

With that said, i have always known that i am more unique than most folks. Lately i have realized that this fact is worth fuck all. Also that it is more likely to hurt me than help me.

Cock.

Oh, agreed. The qualities that I think make me very...ahem...special, are some of the same qualities that make it hard to fit into corporate robotic life. I always feel like that conundrum UT points to: I'm so different, yet why am I just like everyone else? Shouldn't I be a known entity in the world of 'unusual', instead of another cog in the usual? It's a constant battle for my soul. :o

Terminal uniqueness - I haz it.

I have to get over it coz, it's, like, terminal.

also - Rule 62! (Don't take yourself so seriously)

and You Are Not Alone!

I have more 12 step affirmations if anyone is interested...

:D

People keep telling me I'm unique, but I wish I weren't.

I think everyone should be as awesome as I am.

I just want to fit in.
But both my belly and my brain are too bit to fit in easily.

Assume for the moment that individuality is an *illusion...that, indeed, commonalities overwhelm any and all differences.

So what?

The illusion of individuality is persistent and powerful...I doubt 'we' will ever be rid of it.



*it's not an illusion, but a concrete reality...again: so what?

I propose individuality varies...some folks are meant to cling together (maybe even be sewn together in the manner of a centipede) while others cannot help but stand apart and alone.

Ewwwwwwww.
So one person shits and another person eats it?
Then they transfer that shit on to another individual with all the nutrients stripped?! GROSS!

Oh.
Wait.
It's also called media.

"It's also called media."
 

HA!

The metaphor (for me) was inpired by this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hum...irst_Sequence)

I know chick, I've seen it.

I know chick, I've seen it.
 

Good for you, guy.

According to Freakonomics, In the 1990s in California, 228 babies were named Unique. Be funny if two were in the same class.

There was one each of Uneek, Uneque and Unuqqee.

At my school we have so many Harrys, Joshuas and Jakes (and/or Jacobs) it is exhausting. Didn't the mothers talk to eachother in ante-natal classes?

Felix. The boy I never had would have been Felix Elvis.

We had a customer named Uniqua. you neek wah.

yeah. pretty uniqua.