*Authors Note: I was challenged to enter a blog post in a more stream of consciousness fashion; unedited, raw thoughts directly from my brain. Here is my first attempt.
I haven’t written in so long. I haven’t read anything lately either. These are the things that I love, but I haven’t been true to myself lately. No, I’ve fallen back into that wily web of deceit and lies and false hope that we refer to by that more comely name: social convention. You see, you can only exist around and within something for so long before you become involved; it pollutes you…insidiously, if you are strong, considerably quicker if you are not. Those of us who are the smartest realize this and move quickly and deliberately, isolating, preserving ourselves. How long can we last against the crowd? But it is not merely “the crowd”, is it? No, it is the world, all of humanity. And there is a part of us, yes even you! That begs, longs, desperately desires to fit in. There is a certain comfort in relatability, having things in common with others of our kind. I think maybe it (falsely, surely) assures us that we are, in fact, ok. The strange, and also relieving, thing about this desire is that when one takes away the element of society, the desire (at least in the intelligent) quickly fades and eventually does disappear. To the intelligent, the imaginative, the artists of this world, social convention is a disease, debilitating and severely detrimental to the individual. It actively hunts and destroys any sense of individuality that it finds.
Love,
Jess
Mind of Jess 
Profound quote