Feelings of disgust fill me when I observe the identity of
an individual being crushed by the widespread need to fit in with
society and be like everyone else.Differences in character,
appearance and emotion are created by unique pasts, and form the
foundation for personal beliefs. When these differences are
erased by society’s attempt to create anologous creatures,
individualism –a value that I hold in high esteem– is lost.I
aquired these values from my personal intuition and from taking
the advise of personal mentors as authorty.
Throughout my life, I have been blessed with a combinaion of
two traits; I am observant and skeptical. Watching other
people’s lives and hearing other people’s opinions has given me
the impression that the human spirit has been confined to the
impersonation of other people’s wisdom and virtue. I believe in
the saying that imitation is the sheerest form of flattery, but I
also believe that it henders the evolution of a person’s psyche.
To the best of my knowledge, this is what my intuition on the
conformity of mankind is based upon.
The other source that aided in the instillment of
individualism in me, is the various authors, poets, songwriters,
and other dignitarys who I valued as authority. Any sort of
publication that celebrates the individual captures my attention
and can range from the books and
the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against the Machine.
Since I read Walden, Thoreau has branded his interpretation of a
famous saying into my brain: “If a man does not keep pace with
his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different
drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or
A poster on the wall of my bedroom illistrates a beatnik
walking in the opposite direction of a crowd of suited
businessmen contains a quote: “The dissenter is every human
being at whose moments of his life when he resigns momentarily
from the herd and thinks for himself.” These are words that I