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I once wrote a similar post. It has been a long time.
This is a kind of repetition, and some discussion on the topic.

You know, very much in our society, many (but not all) do not like people who stand out. For example, you have a beard, and you are a woman. Yes, I'm talking about Wurst right now. Or you dyed your hair green and run around like a parrot, it’s even strange that I didn’t learn to fly. Or there is a cutout on some clothes. Or lips pumped up like you are a fish from a cartoon (well, maybe you remember, there was such a cartoon, Soviet still). A man and pumped his lips. And then he made up again. He filled the tatuha. On the face! Or are you gay. Or a lesbian. Or did some other performance named for himself. Or maybe you are a performance person from birth!

Every year there are more and more such people.
You walk along the street, and around you freaks. Or maybe you freak yourself. And she doesn’t love you. Society. Society does not love you. Because you're a freak.
Society is such people who are around. Not familiar even once. Here they see you, freak, for the first time in my life, people, and for the last time most likely. And they do not like. Go past. And they do not like. Some do not like silently. Some are loud. Aloud. In words. They do not like words.

Words hurt not to love. Very.
It is very unpleasant when I personally do not like words. Most likely the majority will support me in this matter!

Or this, you know, "Yegor, of course, do not be offended, but ..."

Even more pain is delivered by those whom I myself love. I love them, but they don’t love me in return. In words. Because I, say, shaved my hair off my head. Or vice versa, grew up where they are usually not. All my life I have some kind of straight problem with long hair. Society is constantly fighting me.

Or weight. A huge part of my growing up society told me that I should have a little less fat. To put it mildly. What do I generally agree with. Specifically in this matter. I agree with society on the issue of excess weight in my case. But why not so loudly love me with words. Without any specifics.
But the strangest thing happened about a year and a half ago. When I suddenly lost weight to 80 pounds. Minus somewhere around 30 kilograms in a couple of months.
Well, that is, approached this imaginary normality.
And what do you think?
Society (again, not all) was left dissatisfied! It surprised him! How so! - "Why is he losing weight, but I do not?"

But this is not the main idea that I want to convey.
No matter who it is.
It is easier to give oneself as an example.

Let us now imagine (turn on the imagination) the opposite situation.
Someone snapped a finger and there are no more freaks.
None.
No, not at all! With no exceptions.

Imagine, you go out into the street, and towards hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of identical people. One height, weight, color of eyes and hair, equally trimmed and dressed!
And even the speed of human flow is the same for everyone. All go “foot in foot”. Like the military. But even worse. There are no insignia at all. Unless basic, there was only a gender and a name. Moreover, the number of names is strictly limited. There are 50 male and 50 female. And they distribute these names automatically at birth, to maintain the same proportions.

I understand that this is not possible. But just imagine. For a minute.
Mannequins.
Living people mannequins.

I think I would have done it with fear. I see it worse than any zombie apocalypse. When carrots from graves want to grab your brain - everything is clear. We work with an ax.
But with mannequins it’s not at all clear.
This is worse than being alone on the whole planet. Everything is clear there too. You are alone. There is no one else. Everything is over.
But with mannequins it’s not clear!
This is worse than the uprising of cars and the attacks of aliens. Everything, too, is in full swing there. The struggle for survival, all things.
But with mannequins it’s not clear ...

I like freaks!
Of course, not all. The taste and color.
But here mannequins scare me to shit! What to do with them?
There is such a Soviet film "Accident - the daughter of the cop." There about a girl who is not like everyone else. Which is afraid, does not want to become a mannequin. And also about the fact that not all freaks are scary, sometimes it's quite the opposite. Heavy movie. I already wrote about him once.

Connection with all of the above, I no longer want dummy friends. Real or virtual. It has nothing to do with it. Real, or ostentatious mannequins, also does not matter. I want more freaks. Of course, only those that I like and like, and who I like and like myself, but nonetheless.
And I intend to love you all. Loud. In words. Aloud!
If you wear a jacket, a white shirt, trousers and a tie, I’m most likely afraid of you.
The jacket is suspicious ...
Unless you are Japanese. The Japanese are somewhat stubborn, regardless of appearance! Tenacity is a compliment of this kind, for reference! And yes, this is also a stereotype.

And you, my dear readers, if any, what thoughts about the same?

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