MENTAL NOTE

Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Blinders

You know what makes me sick? People who keep telling me what clothes to wear, what shoes to buy, and ─ get this ─ what apps are, I quote, “important”, like life is all about gadgets and fashion. I thought I was short-sighted. 

Remember that moment in Speed when Dennis Hopper says, “You got blinders on to the world”? Well, every time someone points out, in their infinite wisdom, that I need to look fashionable… and every time someone tells me I need to lose brand X because brand Y is all the rage these days… and every time people feel their preferences should be my standard, too, I’m reminded of that particular scene and I get sick to my stomach.

And you know what, the most disappointing thing of all is that it’s usually friends who seem to know what is best for me… gadget-wise and fashion-wise.

'Blue, Windows 10 is really important.'
'Blue, lose the bootcuts.'
'Blue, get yourself some decent 2016 sneakers.'
'Blue, ditch the tie.'
'Blue, you're old school.'

What they don’t seem to want to understand is that fashion and the latest must-have gadgets are not vital to my existence. They do not play a central role in how I choose to spend my short life on Earth. They really do not. In my book, those things are, more often than not, distractions.

So now I’m thinking: Who is blind in this I-know-what-is-best scenario? Will I love my life more if I spend my days staring at the screen of my smart phone? Should I care if Trump secretly wants to hump Clinton because that’s what it says on Facebook? Will I be a better person if I follow the herd and wear skinny jeans with holes the size of Michael Jordan’s nuts? Will you like me more if I bleat your way? Does God wear skinny jeans?

Sometimes I look at people and I wonder if we were really made in God’s image. It seems like a heck of a stretch when you come to think of it.

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