The Reality of Accectance

Acceptance is an affliction festering within the minds of the hordes, within those who fail to accept their own imperfections. I am far too familiar with the pains of ridicule and my own unwarranted determination of acceptance into a society that belittles those who are atypical. I was once absorbed by my own persistence, my own self-pity, my own ignorance. We each possess our own abnormalities, some visually apparent, others lay dormant within a conceited mind. I am repulsed by those who, under scalpel, alter their guise, merely to appease society. In their distorted reality, acceptance is paramount. I lament for those whose impairments encumber a comparatively normal existence. Normality is relative to one’s own mind, as is the sad reality of being accepted by others.