No Unmarked Person

I think it's pretty inevitable that you'll be marked by something. You can't be someone without being known with a certain "thing". Like, oh, she's the swimmer, or she has the nice car, or she's the smartypants, she's the popular brat, she's the rich kid. Things like that. Everyone does it. And everyone is marked.

It seems that even when you're born you're marked with the name of your parents (and I don't just mean your surname), known as, not yourself, but as "so and so's baby". You might not think about that, but I catch myself doing that too. "Oh, isn't so-and-so's baby so cute!" "So-and-so's kid has the softest hair! What's his name? Oh, well...er...I forgot".

I'm sure there might be exceptions. Some people might think that they shouldn't judge you by what you have or what you look like or what you seem to look like and have, but you know that that's a rare occurence. It's just human nature to judge. I suppose that's just another flaw in our system to add to the list.


Song of the Day: Out The Blue - John Lennon

Poem of the Day:
Dreams - Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.