Conformity Insanity or "Be yourself but Be like us"

22 August 2007

The world tells you to do two things, then it tells you to do them again.

Its hard to be normal isn't it? You have to be this perfect image of a human being, the normal. Fuck that, even your flaws are dictated to you. If you want to live in this planet you have to conform conform conform to all the friggin bullshit. Then after telling you to be like them they tell you to be yourself, its like "Go ahead, be yourself but be like us." or vice versa.

Like fads, like uniforms, like rules, like martial law. I don't think I really repel from authority, but sometimes it really goes out of bounds. Sure, I'll try not to walk around the streets naked, but telling me to not wear my "tsinelas" and quit the mohawk? That's a foul, a red card, a violation. That's against the constitution I think, depends where you live.

I'm not vain, maybe that's why I prefer not to go at lengths with my hair, literally. They say its your crowning glory, I don't wear crowns. About that mohawk thing above, I wont even bother with a mohawk, I'll just go bald. An ode against vanity, lets all go bald. If some people go bald because they think its a macho thing I do it because I cant bother myself with people telling me to fix my hair.

And clothes, just wear what fits and fits. I mean, whatever fits you and whatever fits the weather. Because in this tropical country I'd be damned if I wear a leather jacket! And if you'd wear what I wear here for a trip to the Artic then you deserve the frostbitten death. One dumb person less in the world to deal with. My confromity has a simple idea, conform to weather situations. And if you start thinking bussiness situations... that deserves another post.

Jeans, perfect, lasts lifetimes. Shoes? Who cares about shoes? Just wear shoes for bowling, because one time I was flip-flopped with slippers when the damn ball fell on my foot, it fucking hurts.