Once there was an extremely obstinate girl, tenacious in her determination to adhere to no convention and unable to see any damn shade between black and white. She was doing everything her own way and she was totally comfortable to be called extreme and be an oddball in all social settings. But then she grew up and society told her she needed to learn how to compromise as a sign of maturity. And so she did. She hated every second of it, but still she did with insane determination. And the more she learned the art of compromise, the more she lost herself in this new fake reinvented reasonable compromising person. And then she was no longer. The end.
