oh sigh.

There are people who stand up on a raised platform that is manufactured from their perceived sense of individuality, something resultant from not being part of -the crowd-, from being different. And they create this pedestal from what they deem is actually the differences between them and the majority (and are proud on it). And they look down at others and smirk at them for their conforming ways, for being so weak and homogenous and blending into the crowd - for being so useless like everyone else. And these people on the pedestal group together, many little different pedestals together, and find strength in their numbers. At this point, how much of a difference is there between them that stand above and the little plebeians whom they mock below? Not much I tell you, not much. For both the ascendant and the descendant classes rely on the strength of the herd. Perhaps even the people we mock might have it better. At least they admit to being part of the cumbersome herd. While we who sit up there, whisper and talk and sneak around stealthily to find others who are like-minded and in the secret recluse of our own pathos, we yearn for affirmation of our difference, to prove to us that our differences are valid and not only valid, ther are supeiror. And we, up on the queen's throne, may think we have earned ourselves a place to sit there in our resplendent self-indulgence and mock at others' self-indulgences. But the truth is, we are all one and the same. For though we may not conform to the majority who self-indulge, we still indulge in ourselves and our prideful sense of being Different.

Tsk tsk, woe betide us all who judge. For why do you look upon the speck in your brother's eye when there is a beam in your own eye; for the bible tells me so.

(And now that I have typed this pedantic exposition, I have succesfully pushed my very favourite shooting girl picture down so that when I open my page and can no longer look at laugh. oh sighh.)