Revolutionary

The other day, I was messaging an individual I follow, and he had asked for his followers to go to his ask and post one secret, or something like that. So I did. And in his reply to me, he told me I could be a revolutionary. Revolutionary. That’s definitely a new one for me, nobody has ever told me I’m revolutionary before. I’m a relatively average individual.. That’s how I see myself, how I always have. On some points, I know I’m better than some people, on some points, I know I’m worse than others. And half of that sounds like I’m conceited, but it’s true. A revolutionary.. Someone who causes or involves themselves in a sudden, complete, marked change in a larger body. I’m not one to incite anything. I am one of the smallest, most frightened individuals you’ll likely ever encounter. I am always afraid of being the first to do something, in case I make a fool of myself; I’m not fond of being a leader, because I’ll probably do something wrong and lead everyone astray. Most of my confidence in myself, most days, is feigned. I can be an amazing actress sometimes. And I don’t see myself as having the qualities necessary to get people to follow me and listen to me and do crazy things because I see them as getting us to a better place. I’m not charismatic, I’m not brilliant, I’m not someone who would.. I don’t know.. I don’t go against authority. I was raised to respect and obey those who are in charge, yes sir, no sir. I’m no rebel, I’m not any sort of risk taker, renegade, radical (curious, they all start with R). I’m just me…