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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos.
Frankie was a twenty year old male, with a likable personality. He was
cool, in his own way, but he had one major fault. He burned through
friends. Partly by choice, but sometimes because they got smart, and
dumped him. Everyone he became a friend with, he became a part of. He
began to dress like them, talk like them, think like them. Everything the
said was like a new revolution, that he would bow down before. He would
become close, to a sick degree. As they grew closer, he would begin to
find faults, then he would become disgusted, and he would begin to hate
the person, but two weeks later, he would be linked to someone else. If
they dumped on him, he would become angry, and violent.
Chico was a normal person, before it all went wrong. He wanted so bad to
be what people expected of him. In order to gain new friends, and impress
them, he developed a sick love for basketball. All his life, he had
despised the sport, or at most, followed it slightly, but suddenly, it
became his life. He memerized stats, began to follow all the big teams,
and the big players. He began to claim that the sport, was the equivalent
of life, and without it, there would be no reason to exhist. He lectured
that the fade away jumper was the most skilled move a human could make.
He annoyed the people he most wanted to impress, but still, he pressed
onward.
Timmy was a music fan. It played a big part in his life, but his taste
was mediocre at best. He stuck to the pop stuff, or whatever his friends
thought was cool. He despised rap music, and wanted nothing to do with
it. He made slurs, and called it crap. The his friends started listening
to Snoop Doggie Dog. He didn't see what they liked about it, and although
he never said it to their faces, he hated it. But then, the artist
started to become popular. His videos hit the heavy rotation. He was on
Rock & Jock. His face began to adorn magazines, and T-shirts. Not long
after, Timmy was spotted wearing a T-shirt. He began to talk about how
the Snoopster would change the world, would live forever. He bought all
the cd's that he as much as dropped a single on. His friends were
suprised by the sudden turn around, and laughed behind his back.
Cliff was a nerd in high school, and even after coming to college, he was
rather soft spoken. But suddenly, he hung around some cool guys, and
because they were nice (as all truly cool guys are), he started to picture
himself as one. He started using a lot of profanity, and drinking,
although he never had before. He didn't like it that much, and always got
sick, but he persisted. He began to brag about what a man he was, and use
derogatory terms to describe females, such as "box". But he didn't just
use them, he drove them into the ground. Long after every decent
person had tired of the phrase, it continued to echo sickingly from his
high pitched, annoying, Southern drawl.
Danny went to a Superbowl party. Last year, he was a die hard Green Bay
fan, wore all the shirts, and caps. He swore they were a dynasty. Made
fun of his fans amigos for rooting on Elway. But this year, Denver became
the favorite. Everybody loved them, the were on the magazines, picked as
the Cinderella team, so imagine his friends surprise, when he showed up
for the big game, in an Elway jersey, a Denver hat, and his face painted
orange and blue, even though they were playing Green Bay.
Tico was a normal kid, but was obsessed with image. He wanted to be cool,
so as vintage came back into style, he began to dress it. He didn't
actually thrift, but bought designer brands, designed to look trendy. He
grew his hair out, to look like Eddy Vedder. He pierce his ears, and his
nose. He got a tattoo. He thought he was something, and as the fashion
changed, and electronica became cool, he began to dress and act like he
was a member of the Prodigy.
All of these desperates souls suffer from the same disease. Call it what
you want, there are many terms. I prefer follower, but perhaps the best
description is trendy. These people deserve to die.
Bandwagons sports fans are the worst, although people who change their
complete image are a close second. What's gonna happen in a couple of
years, guy, when tatoo's are taboo, and country is in? Have fun washing
that shit off, bitch. I'll be here, waiting to laugh at you as you jingle
and jangle around in your new spurs, your ten gallon hat, and big Texas
belt buckle.
Trendies are pathetic, and quite possible the worst group of bottom
sucking scum permitted to walk the earth. Worse than rascists, and
mysoginist, and probably even pedophiles, all of whom grate my nerves.
You people need to get a life, and live it, rather than imitating other
losers, like Matchbox 20.
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