Never has the itch to be like the rest itched this much. Mosquito bites all over my body, I now only think of scratching.
I think of humans like a jigsaw puzzle. Pieces that resembles people, experiences put together forming who you are. I have always had the feeling mine was a prototype of defective cut outs forced together, never meant to be mass produced. Growing up I was never made aware of it, I thought using glue was playing by the book. Now in my 20s, there is nothing I would love more than to be a a starry night puzzle; standardized, just like the rest. Pieces just fit, no form of adhesive needed to keep myself together. No longer having to explain what image it tries to be.
Yet, when my pieces reform and resemble someone close the histamine releases. Bumps appear in every inch of my body. I cave in and scratch hard, my skin turns red, I no longer want to be like the rest. I would just be a copy. I feel itchy either way.
Itchy is the right analogy--nice post!