What is the society of today; of living, breathing conformists and copies of copies of copies. Each and every person today holds mirrors to their faces as they walk down the dust flustered streets. They are the sea, the ocean, the ripple tide of human bodies soaking into the sands of time.

We are today, a mechanism of grinding gears and bones, and so far we are today, every day to the next. To the next. To the next. A broken robot twitches and sparks in the distance, beyond the murky polluted air 50 meters away. It's outer metal is rusty with screws loose, nearly falling apart, and its left arm sparking with flashes of electricity, like a thunder storm in the smoke covered air. No one notices. No one looks. No one cares.

Breathe, cry, walk, learn, unlearn, fall in love, moan, fall out of love, wheelchair, cry, stop breathing.

Everyone the same. Everyone wakes up crying one day, squinting their eyes in the new light, with blood soaking their pale skin and giants hovering over their nude flesh. You start to cry, although you have no clue as to why you are doing so. You walk. Your feet trembling as your arms balance your weight to the next step. You do some things. You learn some things. You forget. She's the one. Orgasm. I never loved her. You fall down, get up, fall down again. You wake up crying one day. You lie there, asking yourself where the world has gone, and you look up wondering if what you have done was anything at all. You question if you have even been alive at all. Is this a dream? Wheelchair. Deathbed. Everyone the same.

We live in an nonchalant, indivisible Big Brother. It's media in its casual way, even if there is nothing to see of it. Hypnotic waves: the sound of a TV running at its maximum potential. The way it cuts through our beating heart is entrancing, and the way it implants its very own between strands of our DNA is compelling. We let it live within us because if it wasn't for everything, no one would have a reason to be anything.

Everyone does what everyone does because if it wasn't for anything nothing would be at all. We see each other and do the same. We breath each others breathe, we walk each others walk, we talk, we dance the same, we fall in love the same, and we fall out just as easy. We all hold our mirrors the same, and we look the same because everyone is a reflection to another. Who's fault is it, but our own.

Let down your mirror.
Cast it aside.

Be another, but not the same.

Wow, that's pretty deep. Today's society is pretty sad, we are all almost the same, everyone wants to fit in and stuff, and as a result, we lose our uniqueness. There's a qoute by an author (I forgot who), and my english teacher has it on her wall, it goes like "I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.", and your work just reminded me of that.

Wow. That really is deep. We really are nothing more than machines if we try to be like everyone else. Those who rise above the crowd that swallows all shall succeed in whatever they do.

Is this really something new, though? Hasn't conforming with the group always been a part of human nature?

I still agree, though. People need to stop acting like tools and be themselves.

in todays society being yourself is weird. I want to know who the first "normal" person was and why everyone copies him/her.

I'm a non-conformist just like everyone else!

While I do appreciate individuality, all that really matters is that a person is happy. If that means listening to rap because your friends do, so be it. If it means obssessing over what some actor did, it's fine with me. I'm not saying I do this, I just understand why a person would. Everyone wants to fit in to somewhere.

I don't really try not to conform or go out of my way to conform. I just do what makes me happy, as everyone else should.

Well, I have some good things to say and some bad things to say.

A problem I have this this, is that it is very cynical, in a non humorous "I want to depress you" kind of way. What I'm trying to say is, it seems to be cynical for the sake of being cynical and looking deeper than it really is.

Also, the overall point is somewhat purposeless. Everyone conforms, and everyone doesn't. Everyone is the same, and everyone isn't. Conformism is good and bad, but everyone does it all the time, and those who look down on it are conforming to non-conformists, and are (most likely) being condescending jerks at the same time. Telling someone to "be yourself" is equivalent to saying "be somebody else" because people are all so goddamn similar. I could really go on about this, but I don't think writing an essay as a reply would be appropriate.

The "what is reality?" quality of the fourth paragraph was interesting, and that along with the "life story" bit is why I consider it the best part. It basically repeats the above paragraph (that only consists of a few words), but in more detail, so it takes the shallowness and briefness of the 3rd paragraph, and turns it into a darker, more depressing concept that you can relate to, but it ends with the same "Wheelchair. Deathbed.", which goes back to the point of the paragraph: "Everyone the same". Very neat.

If it had been just the 3rd and 4th paragraph, I think I would of liked it more, as it questions love, reality, purpose, life, and so on, in a somewhat subtle manner. The rest of it, though, I didn't really like.

Being yourself is perhaps the best advice anyone can give someone. It is so well known. But, like some secret society, so few actually understand what it means, and a small handful of those actually understand it on an internal level; feel it deeply and are "one" with the idea.

Everyone is unique. No two people are alike, just as snow flakes may be similar in some respects, but never the same. The problem is not "being yourself" but knowing and being able to unleash your true self. This require stripping the artificial, superficial boundaries that one erects to protect their vulnerable self from the brutal real world.

Honestly I'll completely agree with you on basically everything you said. I started writing it without a true meaning at all. I just wrote what came to mind after listening to the opening credits of Weeds, without a single deep thought at all.

I love to write, and that is as simple as that. I guess it was my fault at expanding too far on the subject without thinking of how deep I actually got.

I will have to say, the fourth paragraph was my favorite as well for the same reasons as yours. :)

Ahh, the Weeds opening credits song is great.

Honestly, though, that's really good for something that you just sat down and wrote.

I just started watching Weeds too.
It's turning out to be a great choice of mine to watch it!

I liked it, but I can't say I agree with all of it. Conforming, like said previously, is human nature - it's nothing new.

Just because people do the same doesn't mean they think the same. It's not to look at everyone as the same just because of their actions, you have to look deeper than that. Sure, someone might work 9-5 5 days a week, but their mind is their own.

If people are happy with their life being a conformist then I don't see what the problem is.

Either way, nice job on the essay, although a little depressing