Let Me Be Me

i'm an individual. i'm unique. i'm blunt and courageous, yet whimsical and naive. the last thing i ever want to be is typical. i want people to fight with their minds trying to place me in one of the boxes they have in their heads. the ones so delicately named... "jock", "clown", "whore", "lover"... and so on. i want people to move me like a chess piece from one box to another because none of them fit perfectly. most people want to be normal. people strive for a sense of normalcy in their lives, like they need it to achieve the happiness they've always heard about, learned about, thought about. they attest that you shouldn't be friends with people that don't fit their idea of normal. yet normal is boring to me. if everyone was "normal"and stereotypical what kind of world would we live in? it would be as if american apparel took over the people building industry and made everyone generic.  the last thing i want to be called is normal. i want to be different. i don't think a generic grey v neck is a bad thing, but it'll always look a lot better with bright turquoise jeans, grey heals with a bow on the back, and a bright headband. don't put me in a box. it's squishy and i need my space to be me.