Unique

I hate to admit it…

Don’t you spend days doing things that supposed separate you from the “normal” people in your life..
Only to find that you are.. embarassingly.. not only normal.. but very normal… even more than just normal..conservative, even…

Like spending millions of rupiah on something other than “Nokia”……just for the sake of being different, and ending up.. with a blarsted Nokia phone 2 months later…..like eating a certain “exotic” food such as… “foie gras”, or “fettucine con funghi”, only to find that…well… you prefer the plain-jane grilled chicken and spaghetti bolognese…

…Being Normal means you don’t run the risk of having a different problem from everybody else, which means, having to solve a problem nobody else knows the solution to…
And doing something that will be……”safe”….

Well…yeah..I’m normal.. I wear the same clothes as everybody else, use the same phone… eat the same food.. talk the same way..laugh at the same jokes..buy the same things…

But I wish I could be just slightly… slightly different… wish someone would say to another… ‘ hey, that’s wilson.. you know him?’… and she would say
‘ oh ya, he’s that quirky guy, right? … “ he’s…. unique” ….

Now that would be nice…

P.S. : as of last night..I got my wish...the exact words are.."you know wilson, you're unique.." music to my ears..