A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

I've always craved originality. Not the blue hair "I-have-to-leave-this-small-town-to-find-myself" originality, but that feeling inside of you when you compare the love of your life to the mysterious use of the tailbone and realize that no one else has ever thought of that before. By looks, I'm a pretty standard person. My shirt size is always sold-out and getting dumbbells at the gym is always a competition. And with the help of some fate in the universe, I might surprise you with an outstanding Guitar Hero score or quick-witted Instagram caption on the spot. 

However. 

My soul has enough hypochondria and run-on sentences to reign a newly discovered planet. And I would fill that planet with black nail polish and Coldplay records. For the sake of my mother's full nights rest, I'm not completely secluded in my own black hole. On top of this burning ego inside of me yelling "DON'T BE LIKE THEM, BE ORIGINAL," happens to be a girl in high-top sneakers holding a list of high standards and conformity. 
But, does everyone feel as intensely about the em dash as I do? 

On a school trip, I spent 9 days in Iceland. It's a place that is completely enraptured with awaited self-discovery. At least for me. My soul had never found something so fitting and I finally understood something I've always had.

Of course, I am much louder and more obnoxious than Iceland, but him and I have something oddly in common. We're both living and breathing the universally unclean air. We are unfortunate victims of circumstance and we occasionally give in to other's authority. Yet, with the chocolate croissants and cheeseburgers of the world, we stand somewhat different. We know ourselves; people feel different when they visit us. Since we shoot metaphors out of our imaginary nerf guns, people see us as 'peculiar' and yet, they see a glimpse of something they want to embody. We are mere messengers of the Individual Creative Muse of Inner-Completeness (of course preparing this new mind sight as the title of our next best-seller). We don't have to advertise this thing we feel, because the right people will eventually find their way there (right here, that is).

Like every other American, I was convinced that we were going to lose the Twinkie forever. But beside my innate human desire to write an acceptance letter to Conformity University, I'm also the lone Icelandic shack only visited by chubby sheep. 

I am raw, organic, and completely minor in the world.
And I believe you'll get there someday too.