So....how about that weather?

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Don't you hate that? Hate what? Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit? In order to be comfortable? I don't know. That's a good question. That's when you know you found somebody really special, when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute. Comfortably share silence.

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Awkward Silences.


I'm pretty sure, we've all experienced this, one way or another. After watching Pulp Fiction, that line particularly made me realise the phantom we put on when nervously talking to someone. We separate ourselves from conversation and think it would be best, to fill the air with how much we know about a particular subject. It's great that you can name over 200 different species of fish in Oahu, after moving there from South Central. But really? We didn't need to know that, its good we know it now, but did u have to say it just to break up the silence?

"Hey......would you like a pineapple?"


Dylan Moran is a prime example of someone, who supports my outburst on the manner. If you've never seen this man, I suggest you get educated, pronto! He speaks about how difficult it is for a young man in the social scene and talking to the opposite sex. How hard is it to say something witty and fun, in order to get the girl's attention? After the initial "hello, how are you," it really doesn't leave room for the conversation to go anywhere successful. "Nice shoes, and stuff...want some gravy?" Something's wrong there! Which is why Dylan and I on some occasions, skip the whole "hello" charade because in doing so, it leaves no room for an awkward and uninteresting manner, which demonstrates an unwitty, unfunny individual. 


You have a very important decision to make in your life:
 "Are you going to be alone, or are you going to be with someone?"
 "Are you going to be sane, or not lonely?"
The true questions, that Dylan Moran asks you. 


Nick-Face.

First in, best dressed.

Test.

As far as pretentious, crowd accepting trends go, I have to say, making a blog takes the cake. But I have found that when following the cake trends, you should always try whatever is on the menu. It's actually difficult not to sound like JD on scrubs, when writing this.

I mean, how hard is it to speak about yourself without sounding like the pretentious prick of the pack?

I would think it would be great to speak about the whole "hipster" crowd and how it works in a sense. But, wouldn't that be hipster of me to do so? It's this endless paradox of following the trend but being misled into being the "bad guy"  whenever you promote having "hipster" tendencies. 

So what is one to do? Levitate between being "yourself" and following the trend of the time, so you can have those witty conversations with every person who is "in love" with the trend but secretly despises it. Ha! Its great. Like ticking time-bombs, waiting to explode in the social realm. 

In my head I'm trying to relate to any other social disturbance in history like this. I can only think of the "emo" outburst in high school. Endless pools of young, black and red; splashing colours and "emotions" into the city. Covering exits, leisurely blending in with the many sculptures and outside paraphernalia. It was an endless, flood of screams and shouts that not even the police could stop. At the time, being the awkward teenager and not knowing of trends at that age, like some sort of Michael Cera appropriation, I would ask them why they do it? And whether it's "cool" to be emo or if they are emo themselves. Which led to some very short, but sweet answers. 

"I'm not emo! I'm hardcore!"  

"No I'm not emo! I'm Scene, totally different" 

"NO, I'm not emo. I'm goth, I just wear colours and make out with guys, well a few guys. I'm not gay" 

Yeah buddy, only real men wear pink nail polish.

But, from this, I'm sure you can relate. This "emo" trend turned out to be nothing more than a facade. 

Nick-Face