Thursday, May 30, 2013
Don't. Smoke. Crack.
The craziest thing happened to me yesterday. I was downtown and I saw these two crackheads fighting over some crack. Actually there were some people buying things at a store because the store had a very good marketing campaign.
They were clever enough to convince people that if they bought something that someone else had (based on their perceiving that if they had it they would have a greater sense of individuality as well as a feeling of security as we tend to feel safe in groups and a group that looks like us is the most comfortable and natural place to feel secure with our individuality, which is a little confusing because we are inescapably drawn to ourselves yet simultaneously desiring the validation of others, which gives a sense of happiness which is most likely linked to the comfort we feel when allowing a natural human impulse to dictate our actions, but will also create a conflict as we have opposing impulses based on survival) because of someone they saw at a thing where those people were being paid to wear the thing but in a way that seemed like they wanted to be wearing the thing which is in fact partially true because they received monetary compensation as well as the acceptance of an extremely hip crowd of people who had not actually thought of anything on their own in their entire life.
Suffice it to say, I wear shoes that are very similar to my friends.