From an Indigo's Perspective

One Like Any Other

I knew I was different, an oddball. It hurt me to say I was not like one-another, but something inside of me was itching, and screaming for me to let it out. I know this feeling was not uncommon, but something just didn't feel too right. This wasn't your average, 'I think I'm a bit different'. No, not even  close. I couldn't resist telling someone, but... No one really listens... See, I don't have many friends. I'm an awkward introvert. Always hiding in corners at parties, never wanting to meet new people, and... ugh.... Small talk...  There's nothing really to say about this, other than I hate it. I don't understand why people do it, what are you accomplishing from your 'Chat'? Same as war, why does it need to happen? Can't you just be happy with what you've got and move on? Apparently not, because you haven't stopped. There are people who die for other's safety- The safety those people don't have, why? Because war. There are people who have families, and they go out and fight for their survival, Because of war. And there are also other people, such as children, who don't fight in the war. They get killed, brutally. And what are we doing? We're killing more and more people, because us greedy humans just can't get enough. We just can't get enough money and land to satisfy ourselves, we just can't seem to understand that people have lives, and we're taking that away from them. People just don't understand that kids around the world are starving, while we just can't get enough money.