Just another manic monday

Six o'clock already 
I was just in the middle of a dream 
I was kissin' Valentino 
By a crystal blue Italian stream 

Sometimes I wonder whether anyone in the entirety of the universe thinks in the same way I do. I really doubt it. There are people who say we are all the same, all human, flesh and blood. Then there are others who say that our differences define who were are. I don't want to be different or the same. 

 At school of course, although not as steep a gradient as it would be at a stereotypical american high school, there is a ranking, a class system. In this strange place to be popular, to be loved, you only need three qualities. You must be above averagely attractive, you must be mean to others because they are different from you, or just to create a laugh, and you must be sociable. When I say sociable, I mean you must be able to talk to all the popular people with confidence and you must be able to insult or approach anyone, for a joke which will wear off within half an hour. I am none of these things. Which is why I am not at the top of the school food chain. 

 I don't think I'm unpopular, I get on with quite a lot of my peers and I have a few nice groups of friends. My problem is that there is an image and a way you have to be if you have any chance of being accepted in teenage society. Which results in everyone being like everyone else, or at least, everyone aspiring to be like everyone else. 

 On the other hand, there are the unpopular crowd, the one's who don't try to copy everyone else, the people who are their own person. To be honest, I wish I was more like them. They may not be liked at school but they do what they like, they believe they're beautiful even if they're not the typical idea of "attractive", they believe they're cool, even if no one wants to be in their gang. 

 I am neither of these people. I'm that girl who doesn't know what to do with herself.