NOT DICHOTOMOUS: WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT- ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL.
And while holding a level of convention maintains a certain amount of benefits, it is a fact that too much of it is fundamentally sprinkled with boredom. Add perhaps too much and you’re looking at an unwanted shower. Let’s not see downpours.
There are those who desire to be the spokesperson for the anti-conventionalists and then those in direct opposition- the pro-conventionalists. (Yet this is almost like the wording twist in saying “you‘re anti-choice and I’m pro-choice.”) And actually, they are not so diametrically opposed as they’d love to think.
The I Hate Conformity camp stresses it so much, and tries to be the exact opposite of mainstream. Eh, one could call this fine for whatever reasons. I will. It is that they all do the same friggin thing that is the problem. The extremists all become the same. Then since it is abundantly marketed to them, the buy into it, into corporate America, into the manufactured alternative life and poof - they’re conformists. But hey, they are not looking like mainstream any longer. Now they’re that special breed of alternative mainstream: Mainstream outcasts. Almost.
The Conformity is my Friend camp is this uniform, droll bunch. Droves of pedestrian people ‘sheeping’ around, loving every minute of it as there is a sense of unity, and more so, a sense of security to it.
I'd enjoy grasping to the hope that the America we live in is not the dichotomous disgust it’s currently sounding like.
Hints of individuality have to come from somewhere. And these are the people that deserve the awards around here. Surely, their great ideas are procreated by on lookers. This is just human nature, and that is fine while outside the confines of wholesale adoption.
The difference in adapting yourself to them and adopting them to you. Signing mental adoption papers more times than excited rabbits fuck.
Taking so many little pieces of others where you eventually become too much like them while never attesting to the greatness you share with someone else- perhaps duress aside--- It’s rather dangerous to loose yourself sans being yourself and imitating what whatever appears pleasurable in a line of sight. Forever espousing what others think, lacking some kind of individuality that separates, and forgetting what you said last month, well then we’re in a world of shit. Welcome to conformity. Lapping up others thoughts like some sickly dehydrated dog does water.
After procreation, they are procured into the being of another, who has added their own bent to it. Usually claiming the augmentation as their own so some tottering degree when ever they can.
Creative powers that are nothing but indisposed and debilitated, feeble and impaired.
I’d rather be infected and medicated.
And of course, there is a difference between convention and conformity, however, there are times when the lines are blurred to an uncanny extent, and well, sameness takes over where it just might matter for humanity. And where it doesn’t
One the outside, I will still uphold my conviction in water bras, trucker hats with innuendos on them from trendy clothing stores, the long earrings I’ve been sporting since 1992, indulging in beer and margaritas, never martini’s and shots, gold eye liner and thick mascara, long sleeved shirts in the summer time, and brown belts with black pants.
Fertilizing group individuality. This paradoxal oxymoronic truth is self evident. All men are created equal. Their endowment by their creator to be like the others ensures their life, liberty and especially their pursuit of happiness.
Their own rhetoric speaks for itself. 06112005
Clay People.
What are aardvarks like?
this gives me a great idea...
There are those who desire to be the spokesperson for the anti-conventionalists and then those in direct opposition- the pro-conventionalists. (Yet this is almost like the wording twist in saying “you‘re anti-choice and I’m pro-choice.”) And actually, they are not so diametrically opposed as they’d love to think.
The I Hate Conformity camp stresses it so much, and tries to be the exact opposite of mainstream. Eh, one could call this fine for whatever reasons. I will. It is that they all do the same friggin thing that is the problem. The extremists all become the same. Then since it is abundantly marketed to them, the buy into it, into corporate America, into the manufactured alternative life and poof - they’re conformists. But hey, they are not looking like mainstream any longer. Now they’re that special breed of alternative mainstream: Mainstream outcasts. Almost.
The Conformity is my Friend camp is this uniform, droll bunch. Droves of pedestrian people ‘sheeping’ around, loving every minute of it as there is a sense of unity, and more so, a sense of security to it.
I'd enjoy grasping to the hope that the America we live in is not the dichotomous disgust it’s currently sounding like.
Hints of individuality have to come from somewhere. And these are the people that deserve the awards around here. Surely, their great ideas are procreated by on lookers. This is just human nature, and that is fine while outside the confines of wholesale adoption.
The difference in adapting yourself to them and adopting them to you. Signing mental adoption papers more times than excited rabbits fuck.
Taking so many little pieces of others where you eventually become too much like them while never attesting to the greatness you share with someone else- perhaps duress aside--- It’s rather dangerous to loose yourself sans being yourself and imitating what whatever appears pleasurable in a line of sight. Forever espousing what others think, lacking some kind of individuality that separates, and forgetting what you said last month, well then we’re in a world of shit. Welcome to conformity. Lapping up others thoughts like some sickly dehydrated dog does water.
After procreation, they are procured into the being of another, who has added their own bent to it. Usually claiming the augmentation as their own so some tottering degree when ever they can.
Creative powers that are nothing but indisposed and debilitated, feeble and impaired.
I’d rather be infected and medicated.
And of course, there is a difference between convention and conformity, however, there are times when the lines are blurred to an uncanny extent, and well, sameness takes over where it just might matter for humanity. And where it doesn’t
One the outside, I will still uphold my conviction in water bras, trucker hats with innuendos on them from trendy clothing stores, the long earrings I’ve been sporting since 1992, indulging in beer and margaritas, never martini’s and shots, gold eye liner and thick mascara, long sleeved shirts in the summer time, and brown belts with black pants.
Fertilizing group individuality. This paradoxal oxymoronic truth is self evident. All men are created equal. Their endowment by their creator to be like the others ensures their life, liberty and especially their pursuit of happiness.
Their own rhetoric speaks for itself. 06112005
Clay People.
What are aardvarks like?
this gives me a great idea...