If you put your life's philosophy on a t-shirt, what would it be and why?

I'm not the kind of girl who wears t-shirts. In fact, I can't imagine wearing a t-shirt with words written across the front. Worded t-shirts bring to mind loud frat boys or "hot" girls with endless legs, flat stomachs, and long stick-straight hair. I suppose if I fit into one of those categories, my life's philosophy might be "fun" or "excitement", but, alas, I am neither a frat boy or a hot girl. My favorite word in the English language is lackadaisical; however, lacking spirit or liveliness does not describe my life's philosophy. Gregarious is another word that comes to mind, but, again, although social and outgoing describe pieces of my personality, it is far from my life's philosophy.
I have a small tattoo on the side of my right ankle with the word Individual scripted in Chinese. I got the tattoo a couple weeks after I started college. Every time I tell people my tattoo story, they laugh at the thought of a eighteen-year-old first taste of liberation tattoo. But the word has more meaning to me than the freedom of living a thousand miles away from my parents. I've never been a leader, and I've never been a follower. I've always done what I thought was best. Al tough I love politics, I've never picked a party. I grew up in a ultra-liberal, bordering on socialist town in the Midwest. My friend's parents had spent their college days hiding from the Vietnam draft deep the the classrooms of University of Wisconsin. They picketed the war; they even bombed a building (sterling hall) in protest of the war. As my friends entered high school, they followed their parents lead. Despite their wealth,they ran around in goodwill rags or punk rock t-shirts. Despite the fact only one African-American walked the halls of our high school, they held multi-cultural meetings on the schools huge lawn. They even played protest music on their guitars during lunch. I found their clothes and their meetings pretentious and fake. I argued with them in political science class. They called themselves unique, but they were all carbon copies of each other. They were hippie-punk rock-socialist stepford kids. As adults, they followed the paths of their parents. Most of them work as associate professors at small liberal arts colleges and protest the war on the weekends.
I find nothing wrong with protesting, and obviously I find nothing wrong with teaching at a college, but I find their close-mindedness possessing as open-mindedness appalling. If you didn't attend their multicultural meeting, or weekly protests you were labeled as stupid. If you chose to wear new matching clothes, you were called a sell-out. I always dressed however I wanted to dress and participated in activities I felt were right, not what a group of peers dictated.
As I've gotten older, I've held on tightly to my individuality. I look at the world through pragmatic lenses. I make judgments based on how ideas or people are going to effect each other. I don't believe in arguments that follow certain ideologies. I would never vote for someone just because they are a Democrat, just as i would never vote for someone just because they are a Republican. I listen to NPR in the car and at work;I listen to conservative talk radio in the car. There are moments when I find Rush Limbaugh funny and intelligent and moments when I want to throw him down the stairs. My mixed worldview and my refusal to put myself into someone else's category defines me. Some people love it. Some people hate it. But if I were to write something on a t-shirt describing myself, I suppose I'd put: Individual.