I have heard it said that the world would be a better place if everyone on earth were physically beautiful.  All this being said by a fourty year old woman with a horrible tan, bleaced-blonde hair, and a mini skirt on some reality show.  I sat there, staring in disgust and contempt at the screen, thinking to myself.  I have come to expect little from the minds of the physically attractive, but this...?  To believe everyone would be happy somehow, being loved for good looks is a dream from a childish mind.  Or that of the average eighteen year old prep running around in mini skirts and tube tops, whose only bragging point is that she has great sex appeal.  Thus, only proving my thoughts that society quickly and cleanly destroys people.

All I've ever done is waste my time

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The sun shines brightly through the gaps between branches, illuminating a small clearing overgrown with wild strawberries.  A rustling sounds just outside, and two youth burst through the underbrush, a boy and a girl.  Young lovers, possibly.  You aren't sure, but you get the feeling they have known each other for many years.

Society is a game that simple people with even simpler minds play.  The goal is to fit in seamlessly, without a spark of creativity or difference.  You play by the rules, or you cease to exist.  This game suffocates intelligence, uniqueness, and the people who play it.

People are so eager to be seen as belonging to something or someone.  We cling desperately to our relationships and what society wants our identities to be, we lose sight of ourselves.  What makes us a person, and not a clone.  Girls are supposed to be thin, flirty, emotional, and generally stupid.  Guys are supposed to be macho, muscular, sporty, and entirely driven by hormones.  If you don't fit into this mold, you are worthless.

I know for a fact that I am very much worthless to the wants of society.  I'm overweight, I don't have guys chasing after me, I don't let emotions control my thoughts, and I happen to have a brain.  But I am content with the fact that I am myself.  I don't crave the approval of others so much that I'm willing to conform to their standards.  I don't need worth to feel good about my life.

I do know what it is like to feel this pressure, however.  I changed myself entirely for many a friend's approval.  All I wanted was to fit.  And, despite how much I tried, I never did.  I always thought differently, acted differently... I always felt incredibly out of place.  It took me a long time to realize I was a fake.  I did change.

 

I have come to realize that everything has a dark side.  Happiness, friends, and most importantly, society.  Conformists are hopelessly broken people whose direction has been forgotten.  Why do you think there is depression?  Why do you think people self-injure?  They didn't fit, and no matter how hard they try, the feel unfulfilled, lost, and broken.  They long for what they see around them.  People who have friends and who seem to blend in.  But they cannot.  These are the people who need to be woken up.  They need to see they are beautiful, wonderful, smart, creative, all because they can be who they are.

To me, beautiful isn't attractiveness.  I really don't care what you look like.  Beautiful in my mind is a face without a mask.  A heart without a veil.  A person who lives freely in the fact that they are totally worthless to society.  And are happy with it.  They paint, they draw, they create music.  They do what they were meant to do without comparing themselves to the world.  These are the people who change the world.

The beautiful ones.  The idiosyncrasy society.