There must be a light under the bushel!

Who wants to be random?

I do! I do!

I think people like to believe they are complicated and unique. We don't want to be just like everyone else. We want to be individuals. We want to stand apart from the crowd. So why do we spend so much time conforming to the beliefs of the majority?

I actually don't think I'm complicated. I can give reasonable, valid explanations to all things people find strange about me. And you'd be surprised how much sense those explanations make. (Just don't ask me about the no meat eating right now. I haven't figured it out yet, but I will!).

I had to stop mid-journal entry because I decided I needed a forum where people can share their uniqueness, so come join.

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On to other random things, I had a very strange dream last night. I can't remember much of it, but I was this female commando bitch. I have these dreams every once in a while where I kick some serious ass! I'm not sure if that's aggression being acted out in my sleep or what, but I've never even been in a fight. Last night, I was a shooting machine. I knew how to work all manner of guns, and when one ran out of ammo, I found another (and I knew the name of the types of guns). I know I was under attack by renegades wearing camo. I was at the house where I grew up and a group of people were with me. I don't know who the people were. The first time I ran out of ammo, the enemy was closing in and I had to climb through my parents' bedroom window (which was always unlocked when we were growing up) and grabbed more ammo from my parents' stash (parents aren't gun people in real life). Anyhow, I went on with my expert marksmanship to save the day.

The mind is a mysterious thing.