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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Day 22 @ 8/29/2010 02:14:00 PM

What makes you different from everyone else

What makes me different? Nothing. I don't really think that I have any special qualities or gifts or attributes that make me unique. I write, but I'm not fantastic. I read a lot, but not as much as others. I can't dance, sing or act. I can't play any musical instruments. I'm not a confident or talented public speaker. I'm not athletic or sporty. I don't have a good memory or a way with words. I can't speak foreign languages, I'm not a photographer. I can't draw or paint or sculpt. And I don't have a wicked sense of style. I think I'm rather generic as far as human beings go. So I really have to wrack my brain to think of any different traits that I may possess.
I love people, I can't help it, and most of the time I hate it. I often go on and on about how much I dislike human beings in general, and their is some truth in that fact. But the reality is, I have this awful ability to love everyone. There are a lot of people who I don't like, who I would very much like to never see again, but I still love them. I think one of the worst things that a human being can do is hate another. I just can't do it. Some may think that loving the unlovable is an endearing trait, but it's also a pain in my ass. As much as I dislike people, I can't help but think of their positive attributes, and this drives me insane sometimes. It's a whole lot easier to be mad at someone or to dislike them when you don't like anything about them. But as soon as you find that one inkling of light, that one personable or humane characteristic, it's impossible to think of them as a lesser human being. As soon as I identify or realise or remember that someone would do anything for their daughters or they came and visited me when I was sick that one time or they did that thing for that person, I love them. I can't help it. Does that set me apart from others? I have no idea, I think it does, but I'm not sure. I think that's why I'm just an empathetic person, why I found my major work for Extension 2 English such a passion driven piece. What an empowering thing it is to love those people on the fringes of human life.

Until next time fellow humans....


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