The following is an article that I wrote as a sort of therapy. I read that writing about you current emotional status in the past tense is a better way to get a perspective on things. Conformity is something that everyone struggles with, and I am just posting this on here for people to comment on and share their own experiences, and because of the anonymity of the internet, embarrassment should not be an issue. So here is is. 575 words on Conformity:
When I was fifteen years old, I was struggling through an identity crisis, like most kids do. I was in highschool for two years by that point, and most people had found a certain clique, and a dependable label for themselves. In my highschool these groups consisted mainly of sporty Jock type, Academic type, “Emo”, skater and Bad Ass just to name a few. I hated myself for judging people and categorizing them in such a critical manor, but, as I saw it, these people conformed to a life style and all of them lived life with nearly identical opinions, tastes and mannerisms.
I belonged to a group of five fellows, who like myself could not be labeled. We were stoners (at this time if you smoked pot, you were a stoner in the eyes of most), we were nerds (most of us with averages in the 80’s and 90’s), and we were artistic. A mix of all of these labels to create some, indescribable label, thus destroying the label of ourselves.
My inability to humanize people who I did not connect with was another problem that fueled my anger. There was a great deal of disregard for people not in our small “group”. We did not care what we said to them, or how they perceived us. We were asshole and proud of it.
We were all anticonformists, which made us conformists in the long run. This was my main dilemma. I could not reject conformity, for doing so would be conformity in itself. We maintained this level of anticonformity by sheltering ourselves in cynicism and rejecting everything. Everything was meaningless, everyone was stupid, she’s a slut, and he’s an idiot… but most of all, we ripped on the phonies. And in our eyes the phonies were everywhere.
In the height of my frustration, I too, saw myself as a phony. Everything I did, every where I went, everything I said, was phony and contradicted everything I was and wanted to be. I turned to hate myself as well. I hated everything that was commercialized and rejected it. I began reading about existentialism, and the more I did so the more I hated myself for being such a walking cliché. The cycle only continued. My attempts at being my own person where perhaps working, but I began to hate this person. My identity crisis drifted away from the idea of labels and the idea of “What am I becoming?”. All of this was rapped in the shame of the fact that I was just like every other typical angsty teenager in the history of literature.
Adolescence is a time of contradictions. In yourself, and in the people around you. Things are changing and its not always easy to pick a road and follow it. But rejecting a road and wandering aimlessly in circles through the wilderness leads you into s greater self-hatred and confusion. The bottom line was, I had no idea who I was or what I wanted and it was all I thought about. Through conformity I would have peace, but lack of individuality. And through individuality, there was a constant turmoil. Through anticonformity, you hate everything you do, because everything is exploited and “done”.
So I concluded, when dealing with conformity, there is no winner. In our modern society you have to label yourself or your adolescence will be the most difficult and challenging, confusing and frustrating times of your lives.



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