Why are we here? What have we been taught through custom and tradition?
I’ve never easily accepted being a part of the societal mould that everyone thinks is normal. I can’t even describe what normal is. Growing up my high school was full of people with red, green, and blue mohawks, chains dangling from their pants, spike collars around their wrists and necks, and piercings anywhere you can imagine. There were about 20 hugs a day, regular outbursts of song and dance – anyone would have thought they were in a musical! And, then there was the “field” where everyone went to enjoy the sunshine, play pass with a Frisbee, sit in circles to sing, drums, play guitars or just listen… and a few of us would be dazed out contemplating returning back to class after lunch break. Not because we didn’t want to, mostly because it wouldn’t have been…
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