Unique

I often find it irritating when something or someone is called as ‘unique’. Over the years I have realised that there are only two traits: Right or wrong. When something isn’t right, we know it well and we can sometimes try to ignore the fact but we know it. This ignorance when accumulates, gives us a kind of illusion into something being termed as ordinary or unique. I find these things troubling because they affect our surroundings in a way that things get more entangled for people to make a sense of. There is no such thing as uniqueness. There are just different levels of righness or wrongness.