Conformity to me means no diversity, no contrast and no variety. Conformity to me also means obliterating creativity, originality and individuality. If Individuality was a person, they would wear the mom jeans with a fanny pack, a pair of crocs with a pair of socks and a T-Shirt that doesn’t even match. They would skip down the sidewalk while others simply walk. They would roller skate themself to school, and hear the others talk. Individuality would talk like they did back in the 80’s; what was so wrong with the 80’s? What was so wrong about it that made us feel the need to talk with all this profanity? They would surround themself with those who live in the trees, not tree houses but the trees themself. They would hangout with all the hippies
