The problem with being rare is that there always seems to be something trying to collect or kill you. It seems to be the same as a woman in a male world.
My job is a male dominated career, which I’m not so fond of. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those militant feminists who believe equality is trashing men. I just believe things should be equal, but sadly, the majority of the world I work in doesn’t. Which is why I’m treated like a joke half the time, and a disease the other half.
A slightly funny syndrome, that while mildly amusing, must be eradicated, swiftly. But that is another story for another day.
Sadly, in a world of followers and sheeple, the rare black sheep is always the one hunted first. Ostracized by the rest of the flock, shoved to the edge of the field to be sacrificed to the wolf, sparing the rest. There has always been a range of sacrifices in the world, a way to keep the darkness of being different at bay, sadly it has been the way for quite a few centuries.
The problem with ‘normal’ is finding out where ‘normal’ ends and ‘different’ begins, but there will always be those who are ‘normal’ who have decided that the ‘different’ ones must have something wrong with them, and should be removed from polite society. Which led to tragedies such as poor Sophie Lancaster, who some years ago was kicked to death by a group of ‘normal’ people. May she rest in peace.
I have many arguments with people about the level of humanity in various places. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Muslims are not terrorists, hard-core christians aren’t terrorists, various religious groups are not terrorists. Terrorists are terrorists and they don’t give a shit what they’re fighting for, they just want to follow the basic tenet of terrorism: Spread terror. The death they cause is coincidental, what they want is terror and to control with terror. Pol pot was a terrorist. Osama Bin Laden was a terrorist. Adolf Hitler was a terrorist. These people, and they were people, had nothing in common, apart from their wish to control.
Pol Pot grew up in a tiny village, Hitler was a vegetarian who loved children. We must never forget that these people started out as ‘normal’, but they became the monsters under the bed. In fact, the ratio of ‘normal’ people becoming murderers and revealing psychopathic natures far outweighs the ‘different’ people doing the same. Which I find mildly ironic.
But not nearly as ironic as bed slippers.