DC and Identity

Walking around DC with khakis and a blue shirt is so anonymous. Some of us want to save the world, and some want to take it over. But we’re special, right? To who, though?

Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?
Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra  (thx, Andrew, for the reference)

Studies say something like 85% of us think we’re better looking than average. (Well that might be the case for the girls around Adams Morgan, but that doesn’t really help my mood.) We all have followed our paths, some have lived up to their dreams…but when you’re stuck behind two dozen tourists on the incredibly long Dupont Center escalator…none of us are really special.

I don’t know, it’s just one of those nights. Part of me knows my work is changing people’s lives. And I’m happy with the path I’ve traveled. But it’s hard to feel unique sometimes. I don’t know that a change in wardrobe would help any, either.

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6.11.07 / 10pm
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