Perfect Individuality

Many people would scold me for using this font color. I push my nose up with my thumb and stick my tongue out at them. Seriously, why is it that we stress so much how individual a person should be, but when a person dares to be individual, we scorn him? I like pink, so what? That has no effect on my character. Why should you put me down for it?

But maybe the real issue isn't pink at all. Maybe it's that individuality is something we all want, but being unable to find it, suppress it in others. Because of our own faults, we stuff the aspirations of others to rise above their faults back down their throats.

I'm reminded of Plato's perfect man. He was a true individual, loved by everyone, for a time. And as time passed, the people grew tired of his ceaseless perfection. And they began to hate him for it. And, finally, they killed him. Maybe I'm just blatantly plagarising my Great Ideas (philosophy) class, but that sounds way too much like some actual historical individual that I've heard of somewhere before. But, being as how I fear the faceless masses, I will simply say that if you know who I'm talking about, and you know Him, good. If you reject Him, seek His true identity with your whole heart, and see if you can still reject Him. And if you don't have any idea who I'm talking about, ask.

I'll end with a quote from a song about this perfect man from my favorite band ever.

"Can you see in His eyes
As He captures the pain of a million cries;
Can you hear his voice,
Saying I love you - Saying I love you?"