They act like mimes. They always agree because everybody does. They believe the same fallacy. They stick together, and they all get the same karma.
I began to imagine how high school life may be comparative to the life of both a schizophrenic and an idealistic dreamer-- with a magnified world of clashing emotions, overstated whims and overpowering influences. Here lies the awful puberty stage where mini cold wars exist and peer pressure takes its toll, adapting the quote, "One for all, all for one".
Somehow it has been very hard to be the ugly duckling, as everyone urges you to be mimes like them. With the disturbing evolution of the term "high school" to "political arena", everyone pushes you to study and stroll and eat and pee with your friends all the time. As if you're each other's oxygen tanks and you can't seriously breathe and survive without them.
But then I remembered Woody (Tom Hanks) in Toy Story 3. He gave up his friends. He gave up the strong relationship. He gave up the seemingly comfortable zone meant for toys like him to be played with forever. But he never gave up on Andy. He never gave up his belief, while the rest selfishly sought for their temporary havens.
I then realized it shouldn't take friends or the majority's universal belief to change what I believe in. Woody had his own. He knew where he was meant to be and cared less if he would be left alone.
Who are they anyway? Who are they to manipulate someone like a doll, saying he should join their group and believe anyone who's not like them is a stupid abnormal outcast. Somehow this may be an irrational notion in the BFF rule book, but then at the end of the day, who's still the mime?
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