"You are unrepeatable. There is a magic about you that is all your own..." ~D.M. Dellinger

"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how
would the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we
ever recover from the wonder of it?”
~Jeanette Winterson

Lately I have been struggling with the concept of 'individuality";
the idea that I am a unique human being who cannot be replicated.

All through our childhood we are told that we are different, unique and
special but, in the end, aren't we really just copying someone that came before
us? (Even as I write this I feel as if I am a cheap imitation of Carrie
Bradshaw).

What purpose is the “you're different”, “you're unique”, “you’re special” rhetoric designed to serve?

Could it possibly have been more detrimental than helpful?

When speaking with a friend the other day I shared a very private (and somewhat embarrassing) thought....I still think that I am going to grow up to 'be somebody'.

By ‘somebody’ I don't mean *just* a good citizen, employee, friend, girlfriend, wife, mother etc., to me those are all a given. What I mean is somebody famous, somebody known, somebody who will impact the lives of others on a large scale.

I am not particularly outstanding at anything

I don't have any unique physical features
I don’t have any special talents
…so what makes me think I deserve fame or recognition?

I partially attribute this feeling to how easy it seems to gain notoriety in this day and age via the internet. Shouldn’t I just be able to write a kitschy blog, film a funny video or post a beautiful picture and become instantly famous?
No? But that worked for:

A) Rebecca Black
B) The casts of the following shows:
1. Jersey Shore
2. The Real House Wives of Orange County
3. The Real House Wives of New Jersey
4. The Real House Wives of New York
5. The Bad Girls Club
6. Dog the Bounty Hunter
etc.

However, I can’t blame the internet completely for this identity crisis, as much as I might want to. So who/what else is to blame for endowing me with this feeling of entitlement? I attribute it to the “snowflake principle”, the teaching that we are all different, unique and special.

Now, please don’t get me wrong – I truly WANT to believe that I am different, unique and special. To be honest, regardless of this rather depressing missive, I think I am!

However, I think that this “snowflake principle” often sets up people for failure.

Why do I think I deserve a great job? Because I’m different, unique and special.
Why do I think I deserve a great home? Because I’m different, unique and special.
Why do I think I deserve a great boyfriend? Because I’m different, unique and special.

So – what is the solution/end game? Do I attempt to define myself with new interests and attributes to prove that I, in fact, AM different, unique and special? Take up hot air ballooning? Or duck wrangling? Learn π to the 1000th degree? Unfortunately I don’t know the answer. So, for now, I will continue to ust be myself and hope that there isn’t an imposter running around, trying to steal what is ‘owed’ to me.

“A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.” ~Unknown

What if you were able to remember every single moment of every single day of your entire life? What if it took you all of three seconds to recall what you had for lunch on May 16th, 1996? Or how many times you made a right turn on June 26th, 2005? Or, more importantly, every time someone said something hurtful about you - ever. Or how many times you had been embarrassed? Or how many times you had been sick? Or failed a test?

Would you ever venture out and take a risk? Would you put yourself out there in friendships or relationships? Would you try something new? Or would you be paralyzed by the memory of every single time you failed?

Your memories would be as fresh as if they happened minutes ago - does that mean the pain/pleasure/sadness/happiness would be as fresh as well?

Would the good memories balance out the bad?

Or would you just hold onto every small defeat...forever.

“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”

"I love Valentine's Day. When you're a kid everyone gets a Valentine. It's like 'TO TIM, NICE PANTS, LOVE SCOTT'." - Mike Birbiglia

I have a confession to make.

Even though I'm single (and have been for 26 out of the past 27 Valentines days)...

I like Valentines day.

No, not the commercialized, forced affection part of Valentines day but I do appreciate any opportunity to give gifts, tell people you love them and make them smile. Perhaps the reason I can appreciate this 'holiday' (without being bitter) is because I don't believe that it should be limited to celebrating romantic love. I believe Valentines day can, just as easily, be used to celebrate love for your family or your friends either in addition too or instead of celebrating romantic love.

For as long as I can remember I would wake on on Valentines day to find a special treat from my parents. Sometimes it was chocolates, sometimes a special cookie, one year it was a heart shaped coin purse and every now and then it was just a card. Regardless of what the gift was, it was a reminder of love - my parents love for me as well as the possibility that love, true and romantic love, was out there somewhere.

So, here's hoping that Valentines day brought you some love - love from your family, your friends, your pets, your coworkers...whomever.