My brain keeps reminding me I’m unique. My pride calls it “special”; the world calls it “weird”. I seem to have this addiction to writing which stems from way too much thinking. I’m told it has something to do with that right-brain thing. Left-handed people are expected to be creative and probably just a little “out there”.
It’s sort of a push me/pull you kind of thing. I share part of who I am and what I’ve done in the hope maybe someone will read it and manage to avoid the same pitfalls. At the same time, I don’t really want anyone to know me that well. I even tend to hide things or lie to myself. I tell myself other’s opinions about me don’t really matter. Then I write one of these and obsessively check to see if anyone’s reading it. Crazy? Yeah, I think so, too.
We all think we’re unique, that nobody really understands us. We can take that one of two ways. We can massage it into thinking we’re somehow above everyone else, and wear our misunderstood uniqueness as a badge of honor. Or we can wallow in it, bewailing how nobody knows how much I suffer because no one else has the troubles I do. Or, alternatively, we can begin to think rationally about it.
We are all unique; there’s no one quite like us. But at the same time, we’re all exactly alike. We all want someone to love us, to feel important, to enjoy the company of someone else, to not feel alone (even you introverts!). We aren’t built to go it alone; we’re designed to function together even as each of us brings our own uniqueness to the table. And it works out wonderfully, because you can think in ways that I can’t, and vice versa, with the result that together we can cover all the bases and come up with things that none of us could have ever realized on our own.
Usually when I write it’s with a particular point in mind. I really don’t have one this time. You can take this for what it’s worth and attach you own interpretation. That’s what comes from being unique. But what you need to realize is your point of view doesn’t necessarily summarize what someone else is saying. If you insist on your own uniqueness you must grant the same privilege to everyone else, and then celebrate it.