Different Is So Underrated
He danced wildly. Jiving, jitterbugging, jumping- admittedly at the bus stop! He sang to music in his head, while his hips swayed in a grocery queue. Deeply, he inhaled the flowers- the roses made him giddy, the irises set his soul alight and the gladioli made him dream- by the Masters in the Tate Museum. His conversations were loud, forceful, emotional; he enjoyed speaking to himself in the library.
“Why be ordinary, when you can be extraordinary! Be different.”
Swimming underwater, he plummeted, fluttered, kicked, glided, and undulated. Accelerating upwards, he flicked the ball into the football goal.