Styling and Profiling

One of the biggest problems I think that plagues the youth of today is the bandwagon mindset. What I mean is, they all want to be the same. I used to be a substitute teacher and it was amazing to me how many of the students were literally carbon copied, grey blobs of people, who all had the same interests, styles, and personalities. I have always thought of myself as a good judge of character and someone who can read people pretty well. So imagine my surprise when I looked at these clones and saw that they were actually miserable behind the cool façade. I could go on forever about how many of them were hiding secret loves for things that were deemed “uncool”, but for this ramble, I will focus on the clothes and say that if you are one of the bandwagon riders, please hop off and own your style. People with different clothing styles and different ways of wearing those clothes is what makes a cool society in my book. It is what allows for there to be more than one kind of fashion designer. Moreover, if everyone dresses a little differently, then it is a lot easier to tell everyone apart and to find people who are actually similar to you. It may come as a surprise, but if you are wearing a Marvel shirt you may find other people who like Marvel as well. It is always a joy when I see someone realize as they enter adulthood, that finding your own fashion sense is just a part of growing up. However, most of the time it is a scenario, where they wanted to wear certain clothes for years, they just had to get out of their teenage mindset and realize that no one cares what you wear as long as you are wearing something. Now I’m not saying that all fashions and styles should be owned, although I can respect someone who really leans in. You know who I’m talking about. That guy that wears a pair of pajama bottoms with a mustard stained Imagine Dragons t-shirt and a pair of Chuck Taylors. He wears this everywhere he goes, even to nice public events and he is unashamed of it. What I will say is that every person will eventually find a way of dressing that fits their personality, their way of life, and their budget and will probably wear similar clothing until they die. So own your style, because, at the end of the day, it is a short life and clothes really can make the difference between enjoying that life or suffering from everyone else’s fashion. But that is just one man’s opinion. Thanks for listening to me ramble. I appreciate it. See you next time.

Whispers, Taps, and Other Tingly Things

Let me start off by saying that addiction to anything can be bad. However, I think I have found an addiction that might be okay to have. I am addicted to ASMR. For anyone who doesn’t know ASMR stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. Basically, it is the tingly feeling you get from the top of your head and down your spine, sometimes all the way to the end of your fingertips and toes, that is caused from sounds like whispering, tapping, and certain mouth sounds, light touches to certain parts of your body, and sometimes even bright lights in your eyes. You normally hear about people talking about the feeling when they are getting a haircut or when someone whispers in their ear and for most people, it is a relaxing and stress relieving experience. It is also totally addicting. I love to load up a Youtube video of someone doing ASMR purposefully and unwinding. Many people also use these videos to help them fall asleep. So, I gave that a try as well, and I have not fallen asleep without ASMR playing in nearly 2 years. It bothers me a little that I enjoy something that odd so much. On the other hand, as far as addictions go, there are certainly more impairing and more costly addictions to be had. ASMR has never made me look like a fool at my cousin’s wedding, nor does it make me smell weird, and, as far as I know, I am still allowed in Vegas. But one would think I could find a better way to unwind than listening to someone massage a pair of plastic ears attached to a microphone. I guess with any luck I will eventually grow bored of the tingly feeling I get and will instead find pleasure in being mildly agitated and tightly wound again. Until then I will continue to give myself tingles by typing up these silly blogs and hope that you folks become addicted to reading them. But that is just one man’s opinion. Thanks for listening to me ramble. I appreciate it. See you next time.

High School Sweethearts Gone Sour

Ah, young love. A thing that would make puppies envious. A time of buying small gifts with the little bit of allowance you scrape together and enjoying another person’s company. Until, of course you break up a week later because teenage hormones are wild. I think teenagers need to be given a reality check. Really it should be up to the parents, but sometimes they fall short, so it is up to the rest of the world to let teens know that your “first love” is sometimes just a crush and you will survive if it falls apart. Just because you saw a Hallmark movie where high school sweethearts got married and lived happily every after doesn’t mean that real life is going to reflect that. I don’t even care if your parents are the example you are following. The first person you have a relationship with is not always going to be the “said and done.” I used to be a substitute teacher and it was comically laughable how many of those teens would fight and argue over who was who’s beau. These same teens who had known each other for several years because they had gone to the same school all that time. Their hormones were confusing love for familiarity. Some of them had even lived next to each other for most of their lives. Of course you are falling in love with them; you know them better than everyone else. The ideal situation is that you will get to know several partners before choosing the right one. I mean how are you supposed to know what you really like in a partner, if you have only tried out one type. The world is a large place and there is someone for everyone. They may be a town over, two counties away, four states apart, or even separated by entire continents. I can’t guarantee that it will be an easy search to find that one, but I can guarantee that 95% of the population will not find their one true love sitting behind them in math class at the age of 15. But that is just one man’s opinion. Thanks for listening to me ramble. I appreciate it. See you next time.