When you are strange.

Why is it that when you are a little different from the majority, people consider you strange? Why do people judge so fast without looking in the mirror? Why do people seek individualism so badly? A chance to differentiate from the rest? That is the question I asked myself through the years. I never wanted to conform, yet it was almost impossible. I remember when stone washed jeans were the ultimate thing. They were orange, purple, turquiose, pink and even white. I tried so hard to be original -but I had to have the stone-washed jeans. Today, they're back at double the price. I wouldn't even imagine wearing them now. I don't care to conform and I don't care to what the rest of the world think. I know that as an individual and as a non-discriminator, it's the feeling of acceptance that leads people to being strange.