I am a human being. I eat, sleep, fuck, and rebel against the thought that I'm just like all the rest of humanity. It sounds mundane, but it's not so bad. Anyway, it sure beats the hell out of being a dung beetle. A well-trained eye will notice our physical differences and our individual idiosyncrasies the same way an aardvarkologist can separate aardvark A from aardvark B. From the perspective of an alien though, everyone looks the same.
Instead of fighting it, I'm learning to embrace the sameness of us. I've noticed that when I do, I feel less like an alien and begin to really live. I'm only just beginning to realize this. That's why I still have to intellectually justify it with a meaningless blog post. Just like everyone else.
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