Individual

Individual

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No matter how much somebody tells you that you are unique and special, a piece of you will always conform. Whether it be the latest Apple device or new drink at Starbucks, we all cave in to peer pressure and the opinions of others will always have a special place in our mind. We are human and there's no escaping that. You are what you believe you are, so does that make you an individual, or a conformist who wants to believe there is something more to your existence than just selfish desires. I'm not a conformist. I hope I'm not. I believe I'm not. Unfortunately everybody is worried about the other extreme, constantly bothering me about how it's not normal to behave the way I do. May I remind you that normal is relative.
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I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

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