Assumption

I never used to think I was special. I assumed my thoughts were pedestrian, common. I assume my experiences were typical, unoriginal. I assumed my fears, joys, sadness, delights, nightmares, and daydreams were colored the exactly same as everyone else’s. That nothing separated me from the crowd and I blended in with everyone around me. I assumed I not unique or one of a kind. But we all know what happens when I assume. And besides, there really is only one of me. And really only one of you. Let’s be a little more Mr. Rogers about it, shall we?