If everyone is special, then no one is

“You’re crazy.”
“So?”
“So? Don’t you want to fix that? Don’t you want to be there for your kids?”
“Don’t bring them into this.”
“Well, don’t you?”
“Frankly, I think it’s a good thing for them to be exposed to something other than the margarine life of despicable mediocrity being forced upon them. I expose them to a way of thinking that doesn’t exist for them day to day.”
“You do love them.”
“More than anything.”
“But you’re not normal.”
“I don’t want to be. You go be normal if that’s what you want. I had that life. It’s not what I want.”
“It’s not just about you anymore.”
“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t feel the pangs of loss? You think I don’t turn around and look back and see what my choices have taken away from me?”
“Then go back.”
“Never. Who I am is related to being outside, not fitting in. I don’t feel comfortable when I’m acclimated. If everyone is special, then nobody is. I want to be the needle in the haystack, not another strand of hay.”
“Everyone is special.”
“No. No, they’re not.”
“And you are?”
“Yes.”