Convention - an established practice, a general agreement about basic practices or principles - doesn't really work for me. Unconventional, I would hope, but probably not true. We all like to think of ourselves as unique rugged individuals, iconoclasts bucking societal norms, victims of and warriors against the capricious and fickle grey-flannel-suited Establishment, islands of integrity and truth and justice. Bullshit. So few of us truly have the backbone for that kind of thinking, the stomach for that way of living, which is why - when we look to the right or the left, ahead or behind - we see someone who looks just like us, a fellow drone, and we project our self-loathing, much easier to point the finger away than towards. I can remember when I sold my soul; what I can't remember is why or for how much, or how to get it back.
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