Have been thinking about individuality and how, as much we cling to it like it was a pot of gold, it doesn’t seem to be worth its weight.

I always thought, ‘Yeah, baby - I’m an Individual!’ But now I find myself realising that my individuality is what put me - almost - in a straight jacket. Incidently, it wasn’t because I was nuts, it was because I was going nuts trying to be somebody else, to keep somebody else happy. Phew!!!

I had struggled for years to be ‘normal’ like other folk (bbq’s and ball games and church), but now I think they are just boring old gits and I couldn’t think of anything better then being who I am right now. The person who I struggled to be rid of for so many years because the rest of the world (my screwed up world) wanted me to conform and give up my individuality, was the exact person I wanted to be - with a few edges straightened and such.

I was, due to outside forces, trying to live life as two individuals. Then I have stood up and looked out over the horizon and have seen the possibilites for my future as the real me. I threw out the imposter individual and with it my family - not by my choice, because they wanted me to be the other fellow. Now here I am, fresh as a daisy, singing, and dancing, and laughing and happy.

I came to the realisation that individuality is only worth its weight in gold if you are in control of it and doing what you want to do.