So you know how people always say that we are all snowflakes. And then you watch a movie like Fight Club that is all like, “No you’re fucking not.” And then you don’t know what to think because you are not sure if you are a snowflake or something else, like a dirty dirty puddle. Well, that’s all besides the point, because whether you are unique or boring, no one really gives a fuck.

You might be thinking “No wait! I really am special! I could be a fireman if I really tried hard enough!” Well everyone could be firemen if they tried hard enough. They could also be ballerinas, cartoon animators, sciency thinkers, presidents, business people, or mathamagicians, among many other things. Also a savior. Everyone could, potentially, hypothetically, just possibly be that. And sometimes, some people are those things. But again, it doesn’t matter. Because no one cares about what you could be, they care about what you are, and whether what you are is useful to them.

What about all those special people who get all the awesome attention and praise and shit? People care about them! Fuck that. That is not because they are special. It is because they are special AND useful to those who praise them. And for anyone who society praises, there are thousands just like them living in anonymity. People with skills that go undiscovered, or skills that are undervalued. People who are even more deserving, but less interested in being recognized for it. And maybe you are one of those people, and if you just had the chance, you could be a fireman and a ballerina! You could be a fire-baller-ani-sci-presi-bus-amagician-avior!

Again, who the fuck cares what you could be? Or for those of you who are already being all the awesome things, who cares about that thing that makes you special other than the people who want to use you? You’re depressed, start with caring about who you are already are, and what you find useful to yourself before you go dancing in the land of rainbows, shooting stars, and magical dreams.

Even if you were truly “special,” and everyone praised you, and found what you can do useful, what would that mean to you? If you start out depressed, then obtaining your dreams of being special won’t do shit because, oh wait, you’re fucking depressed.  And if you are special and many people find you valuable, that’s nice and shit, but if you’re depressed then all of that really doesn’t mean anything to you.  And if you’re depressed and it doesn’t mean anything to you, then being special just means that you’re being used without any self-gain. And if you’re being used without any self-gain, it’s no fucking wonder why you are still so depressed.

So if you are special and you aren’t being recognized for it, or even if you are, then fucking welcome to the world. Being special means being useful a.k.a. being special means being used. Everyone could be used for something or the other. So everyone is special. Being special does not make you universally interesting, it does not make you unique. You are unique because no one else is you, and you are interesting to someone as long as you are interested in yourself. It’s not about being “special”. It’s about being special to people you find special, or even just being special to yourself. Fuck that just makes sense.