Society and falling for trends
*Nick is walking down the sidewalk of a bustling urban area. He is out to enjoy the weather and maybe do some shopping. Suddenly a very trendy looking young man steps into his path and stops him. The man is dressed in tight girl's pants with a skin tight black t-shirt advertising whichever band was getting the most reviews and trendy shoes from whatever brand was trendy that month. He sported a very trendy hairstyle, which was heavy in product, had black eyeliner encompassing his eyes. He was thin and very lean with tattoos covering his arms.*
Mysterious man: "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
*Nick adopts a blank stare and quickly looks around*
Nick "Me?" he asks with an index finger pointing to himself
Mysterious man: "Yes you!! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
*Again, Nick looks confused*
Nick: "Uhhh...walking?"
*The man frowns and points a well manicured finger at Nick accusingly*
Mysterious man: "Obviously! I mean you in general. What's with you?!"
*Nick's brow furrows as he's grown tired of the man, who was clearly insane, and his maniacal rantings*
Nick: "And just who the hell are you, man?"
*The man looks taken aback and steps back a pace*
Mysterious man: "You don't know who I am? Well, that explains a lot. Look at yourself."
*Nick looked down at himself and examined what he was wearing. Brown leather sandals wrapped themselves snuggly around his feet. Slightly faded jeans with random tears and holes on the knees and one exposing his right pocket and his torso was covered by a slate gray t-shirt with a beach scene printed on it in retro colors of pink, purple, and red which were accompanied by the phrase "Living the Good Life". His hair was not fixed as he wasn't in the mood to do so on this particular day. Nick crossed his arms and returns his unamused gaze to the man*
Nick: "I asked you a question, pal."
*The man releases a heavy sigh and returns his hands to his hips*
Mysterious man: "I'm Society, stupid. The one that determines what is cool and how people should look, act, and buy. People, like yourself, who aren't in the loop tend to be left behind...especially when it comes to relationships."
*Suddenly, a beautiful tanned girl with raven black hair and dark seductive eyes clamps on to his arm and smiles*
Society: "See? What you need to do, friend, is jump headfirst into whatever trend and fad comes your way and totally brainwash yourself into thinking that what you're doing is rebellious, original, and that it makes you stand out when, in reality, you look exactly like everyone else at a party, or a concert, or at a particular store. Then you start smoking because it's also trendy and is what everyone else is doing. Girls always fall for that retarded shit because they're hopelessly obsessed with fitting into this certain "scene", too. Then you have to criticize everyone elses's taste in music and fashion because you're suddenly part of this trendy little "scene" and whatever isn't involved with it is dumb and not worth your time. Then, later, when that trend wears out and a new one comes along, jump at that one. With this strategy you'll always be on top."
*The man called Society smiles arrogantly as he puts his arm around the girl that clings to his arm. Nick turns his gaze to the girl*
Nick: "What makes you stay with someone like this?"
Girl: "Well, I have nothing redeeming about myself whatsoever besides my looks. I'm not interesting, funny, talented, intelligent, or at all fun to talk to, but I'm high-maintenance and I'm incredibly hot. I'm with him because he's hot, has money, and drives a nice car. Plus he's popular so we're both pretty happy together."
*Nick looks from the girl to the man called Society and then to the ground and his frown fades. He then looks up at the two with an expresion of resolve*
Nick: "I don't give a good goddamn about Society or what it has to say. Revolution begins in the mind. It's not about what you wear or what music you listen to or arguing about what's cool and what's not and it sure as hell isn't about selling yourself out just to get a worthless piece of arm candy. You can take your expensive car, your trendy haircut, your ditzy girl, your fagget-ass girl pants, and your goddamn worthless opinion about music and choke on it."
*The man called Society and his girl then experience their collective jaws drop. Nick then dismisses his stern expression and begins to walk past the two*
Nick: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a trendy haircut."
nick out.
Mysterious man: "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
*Nick adopts a blank stare and quickly looks around*
Nick "Me?" he asks with an index finger pointing to himself
Mysterious man: "Yes you!! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
*Again, Nick looks confused*
Nick: "Uhhh...walking?"
*The man frowns and points a well manicured finger at Nick accusingly*
Mysterious man: "Obviously! I mean you in general. What's with you?!"
*Nick's brow furrows as he's grown tired of the man, who was clearly insane, and his maniacal rantings*
Nick: "And just who the hell are you, man?"
*The man looks taken aback and steps back a pace*
Mysterious man: "You don't know who I am? Well, that explains a lot. Look at yourself."
*Nick looked down at himself and examined what he was wearing. Brown leather sandals wrapped themselves snuggly around his feet. Slightly faded jeans with random tears and holes on the knees and one exposing his right pocket and his torso was covered by a slate gray t-shirt with a beach scene printed on it in retro colors of pink, purple, and red which were accompanied by the phrase "Living the Good Life". His hair was not fixed as he wasn't in the mood to do so on this particular day. Nick crossed his arms and returns his unamused gaze to the man*
Nick: "I asked you a question, pal."
*The man releases a heavy sigh and returns his hands to his hips*
Mysterious man: "I'm Society, stupid. The one that determines what is cool and how people should look, act, and buy. People, like yourself, who aren't in the loop tend to be left behind...especially when it comes to relationships."
*Suddenly, a beautiful tanned girl with raven black hair and dark seductive eyes clamps on to his arm and smiles*
Society: "See? What you need to do, friend, is jump headfirst into whatever trend and fad comes your way and totally brainwash yourself into thinking that what you're doing is rebellious, original, and that it makes you stand out when, in reality, you look exactly like everyone else at a party, or a concert, or at a particular store. Then you start smoking because it's also trendy and is what everyone else is doing. Girls always fall for that retarded shit because they're hopelessly obsessed with fitting into this certain "scene", too. Then you have to criticize everyone elses's taste in music and fashion because you're suddenly part of this trendy little "scene" and whatever isn't involved with it is dumb and not worth your time. Then, later, when that trend wears out and a new one comes along, jump at that one. With this strategy you'll always be on top."
*The man called Society smiles arrogantly as he puts his arm around the girl that clings to his arm. Nick turns his gaze to the girl*
Nick: "What makes you stay with someone like this?"
Girl: "Well, I have nothing redeeming about myself whatsoever besides my looks. I'm not interesting, funny, talented, intelligent, or at all fun to talk to, but I'm high-maintenance and I'm incredibly hot. I'm with him because he's hot, has money, and drives a nice car. Plus he's popular so we're both pretty happy together."
*Nick looks from the girl to the man called Society and then to the ground and his frown fades. He then looks up at the two with an expresion of resolve*
Nick: "I don't give a good goddamn about Society or what it has to say. Revolution begins in the mind. It's not about what you wear or what music you listen to or arguing about what's cool and what's not and it sure as hell isn't about selling yourself out just to get a worthless piece of arm candy. You can take your expensive car, your trendy haircut, your ditzy girl, your fagget-ass girl pants, and your goddamn worthless opinion about music and choke on it."
*The man called Society and his girl then experience their collective jaws drop. Nick then dismisses his stern expression and begins to walk past the two*
Nick: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for a trendy haircut."
nick out.