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I Get Glimpses Of The Horror Of Normalcy. Each Of These Innocents On The Street Is Engulfed By A Terror Of Their Own Ordinariness. They Would Do Anything To Be Unique.

Asked Why They Wanted To Fight, The Young Women Said They Enjoyed It, Just As Some Men And Boys Do.

Within A Social Structure, A Familial Structure, Or A Cultural Structure Of Various Kinds, There Is A Substitute For Actual Freedom. I Mean, Actual Freedom Is A Very Abstract Notion; We Have No Idea What It Means, Except Within A Context - Freedom To Do What? So Within These Social Structures, Freedom Becomes Defined As Power, Your Ability To Make Choices, And The Power Relationship Within A Family, Any Family.

Sometimes People Go Off In A Slightly Different Direction Of Wanting To Be Different, Of Wanting To Be Special, Of Wanting To Be More, And I Think That Those People Are Often - Not Always, But Often - Genuinely Different In Some Way. Perhaps Their Gender Orientation Is Not Acceptable Or Popular, Not The Norm. Or, Their Physical Design Is Literally, In Some Way, Setting Them Apart. Or, In Many Cases, They Feel The Burden Of Their Ordinariness So Dreadfully That They Strive To Find Some Way Of Being Unique. I Think That Can Be A Very Positive Thing, But It Also Can Be Negative, Destructive.

From The Time I Was Little, I'd Been Kind Of Freaked Out By The Whole Deal With Large Groups Of People. And Even Moderate - Sized Groups Of People. It's Always Made Me Very Uncomfortable. It's Such A Strange Phenomenon, What Happens To People When They're All Moving In The Same Direction, All Chanting The Same Tune, The Same Line Of Slogans Or Something. That Stuff Always Seems Very Alien And Bizarre To Me, And Kind Of Scary.