Me according to life

I was thinking the other day... What the hell does society want from me?

I can't help it that I don't want to play by everyone else's rules. Can I? Do this. Do that. Go here. Go there. Why is it that to truly be happy, one has to do what everyone else is doing just to get somewhere?
Why the hell can't I just go where I want to go, do what I want to do and still be considered a normal part of society?

Labels.

Wow I hate them! But they're everywhere we go these days. I'm not talking about the ones we see on tags on the inside of our clothing or sprayed to random bridges either. I'm talking about the ones that are given to us and others by what we do. I wonder what people call me behind my back.

I'm happy with the way I look. So why the hell do I have to change to get anywhere?

Comfortable.

That's a word I don't hear too often these days. Every second person I meet is caught up in some extreme gym regiment that they completely hate, but stick to it just because they want to look "good enough" for everyone else. Sometimes I wish I lived in a world where I made the rules. Where I set the parametres as to what is considered normal. Hell, I know I'm far from it (by society's standards anyways) and I don't intend on changing that anytime soon just because I want someone to notice me. I fear that everyone is too caught up in being the perfect human that they've forgotten about themselves.

I, on the other hand, am. I'm proud of that. If that means being alone for the rest of my life, I'm sure I'll be able to come terms with that eventually.

I will refuse to fit in. Not because I want to be an extremist to show faith in cause. No. But purely because I don't like what I in most of those around me. I don't want to chase this "thing" that everyone seems to be chasing. I think it's turning everyone into a complete tonsil. The swollen kind at that!

"I miss the days when clothes didn't match and girls had cooties."

A friend of mine said that and it hit home.
Growing up sucks.

Simplicity.

But still, I will sit and wait for the day that another simpleton simply saunters up in my direction and simply tells me, "You're simply normal."