I have been involved in art since I was a child. I started with music, then painting, then writing. That's how I got to the theater my great love :). I perceive things in life differently, I rarely find a match with the way others think, I do not say that I am more than them, I never dare to underestimate the people around me and in general. But even as a teenager I preferred to read books, paint, go to the theater instead of discos, even though I went out, had fun. I don't listen to chalga, but as I think everyone knows or at least notices a mass part of the population listens to just that - flat, vulgar texts ... And from there, of course, the clothes - folk divas. It is true that everyone has the right to style ... In terms of clothing, I have always been a rebel to this day - wide pants, sneakers, piercings (of course I'm not decorated as a stall). and many others in today's youth makes you different because you don't listen to chalga, but you listen to quality music that others can't perceive because it's not chalga, the clothes too - you're not dirty with makeup, you're not with blond hair, so you are different from the "herd". You prefer to visit a theater, read a book or just fill your time with other things instead of going to a chalga disco. And yes, it also applies here that everyone has the right to a way of entertainment. It is best to occupy the "golden mean" of Aristotle nowadays. I have a home of course, as well as family, a friend too, friends, as I mentioned and familiar a lot. Yes, I am sociable, it is in my nature, but I often see the discrepancies in thinking, the way, but everyone chooses, everyone in the free. :) As A. Kamnyu said: "
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It happens to me often. Sometimes this feeling passes, subsides, I almost forget about it, but there comes a moment, days, months when I do not stop realizing it every minute, to feel it and it is very unpleasant. During this period I even feel quite confused and it is then that I ask myself whether I have not made a mistake with my appearance in this world ...