Freedom, is it?

Thoughts. Overflowing thoughts.

I have a lot in my head, what with my thesis and everything else at work.

Here's something that I read this morning - one of those bits in my train of thoughts:

"But now finally, I am speaking out. Because I have learned that, even in this club, where we should all know to some extent the pain of being punished for behaving as though we were free in an unfree world, these freedoms we were promised are not absolute. They are sold to us in smiling-mouthed, red-ribboned packages of peace and hope. We are offered salvation from a world that thinks it has the right to torment us for our difference. But when the shine wears off, the dull reality sinks in: difference is still, far too oftern, a defect. There is still a code to be followed, and consequences for those who do not follow it..."

- Constance Lynne
Supercolliding Over A Twinkie
Angry Musings From a Femme in the Deep South
from the book The Femme Mystique

I'm just like everyone else. I'm no different for being unique yet wanting to be the same like everyone else.

Because difference harbors doubt. Mistrust.

Don't be afraid of me because you think I'm different or my glassy eyes makes me one of them.

I would choose to be just like everyone else - if that will make you trust me more.