“I have never found anything more boring than conformity”, a bold statement, I know. To be so stuck in the whims of others to the point that you abandon yourself, that is what creates boring people. You could argue that other things are more boring, like doing taxes and cleaning homes, but those activities hold no weight to the heavy burdens of conformity. Every time I think about losing my creative freedoms, I get a shiver down my spine. A shiver laced with the coldness created from emptiness. An emptiness only I dread to feel. It brings a tightness to my chest. A tightness that feels like the threatening grip of the concept of creativity itself. Losing myself to fit in with others would feel like an arrow through the chest.