Wannabes

While on my way to the gym this morning, I spotted a youngin on the other side of Quinpool. He was wearing skinny jeans and (you guessed it) converse shoes. What killed me was his attempt to balance himself on his board while trying to carry his circa 1980 ghetto blaster which he carried like a messenger bag. I couldn't hear what it was playing, it was probably the Ramones. He kind of looked like a guy out of a 1960's surfer movie where someone tries to fake the "scene" by getting in front of one of those moving screens. Priceless. Ordinarily, this drives me nuts. People who so obviously try to project an image of themselves that requires so much focus that it removes your ability to ride your board are not the definition of original. You look ridiculous and you obviously care too much about what other people think.

However, while relaxing on a park bench the other day, I had what I considered a revelation as my boyfriend and I agreed that if there weren't any "images" in the world then it would be a boring place. This is big, because usually, anyone who looks like they are drawing attention to themselves receives my harsh judgement. This makes me a little bitter and I am ready to let go. So, at the end of it all I invite all of the Joey Ramone wannabes to decorate the world with your antics. At the very least, you can lighten up my normal life as we pass in the street.