I have come to realize that those who are not like me are even more like me than I originally thought. I do have a logical explanation for this, however, which makes it a bit less confusing, but still just as depressing. I pride myself on being open-minded, a bit cultured and a little quirky, well read, and just outside of the norm. But setting myself into a category- that of 'outside of the norm'- leaves me right back in another category. Why do we do this? Animals are, by nature categorized, this I realize. They mate with animals of their same origin, species. But we humans? We are no different. Even withing ourselves we find things to divide us, and we fight amongst ourselves causelessly. To say that there should be no fighting, that everyone should just get along, would be foolish, this I know. And I don't mean to imply that it should be so. But for us to be lost amongst ourselves, with the only other things in the universe with which we should find in common? And then there are people like me, who think that they are helping society, opening so many eyes to a greater cause, a meaning... when we, in a way, make it worse. Point out our faults? Try to force people into caring? That is almost as bad as trying to force someone to choose a religion that they do not agree with, or eat an animal when they disagree with the act. Who am I to say what is right, and that my way of life may be better? It very well might be. But who AM I to think so? That is my fault, my set-back, what will hinder me. And we all have that, and in that, we are, as I said, ALL THE SAME.