Conformity

 

          Most ducks growing up are taught a couple of things by their parents, or in school. One of these things is that every duck is different, and that it is okay to be different. If this is the truth, then I would like to ask “Why are these damn people who are supposed to be my friends throwing me off this edge”. The answer is simple, conformity. In this picture you might not be able to notice but I was born with one purple arm. This little birth defect has led to me being harassed and bothered numerous times, from all the other ducks. Yes, all the other damn ducks, like these right here in the picture. They all think there so special with their beautiful, soft, and warm golden feathered arms. I mean, their horrible yellow highlighter feathered arms. My bad, but anyways back to poor little me. I was waddling home from school and wanted to grab a quick snack by the ledge. I saw all the other popular ducks hanging out there, laughing. I would normally just leave and go home, but today I was starving so I decided to take my chances. Waddling over to a tasty treat; I quickly was in mid-air. Those bastards through me in that damn water. There wasn’t even anyone throwing any old delicious bread into it, or nothing. I would be the only thing in the water, and as you can see above, I’m about to be. Conformity is not always such a great thing. It lets the little guy, or minority, like me get thrown into freezing water. Do you always conform to the larger or more powerful groups? If so, maybe it’s time for a change.