XXXVI. Don't Get Mad.. Get a Fad!
There's nothing to me quite as satisfying as jumping on the bandwagon. Every chance I get, I hop on for yet another ride. One I vividly remember was the coonskin cap. Me and my group of friends wore coonskin caps religiously, that was of course, until Spencer Miles got hospitalized by a group of 7th graders. After that, we all decided that we'd give up that fad until we were out of high school - that was a rough year.
From slap bracelets to rubik's cubes, once I find a fad, you can barely tear me away - that is of course, until it passes its prime as the centerpiece of social dialog.
Lately it's been global warming. From striking up conversations with strangers, to excusing yourself from everyday crimes, nothing ties a common bond between you and others like blaming everything on global warming.
I'll give you an example. I realized 3 days ago that my neighbor had been stealing magazines and other mail delivered parcels from me for the past month or so. This morning, I marched through his cat littered yard and began banging incessantly on his door. When he greeted me at the door, he simply shrugged his shoulders and with a half-cocked smile said, "well what can I say, I guess this damn global warming is really getting to me." I couldn't help but flash a smile myself and agree with him. So long as he's with the cause, he's alright in my book.
It's great. Everywhere I go, with everyone I encounter, I am able to establish a common bond. I remember when the power of this fad first started kicking in for me. I was at my (ex)girlfriend Sarah Booking's parents' house, enjoying a Sunday afternoon bar-b-que when I started taking my pants off. Well next thing I know Mr. Booking has grabbed me by the throat and started threatening to pummel me in front of everyone. Right then and there, I did what anyone would have done: I exclaimed, "Don't blame me.. Blame GLOBAL WARMING!!" You could just see the sigh of relief come over his face as he realized I was right.
My main concern is that with all this congressional dog-and-pony show they've got over global warming in Washington, is that at some point they're actually going to do something to fix it, and REALLY bring it into the mainstream. If those eggheads put their minds together, and establish a method for reversing the trends of global warming, I'm afraid that my social stature will diminish faster than my heart-rate after I huff high-concentration computer cleaner. I guess it's up to me to make a difference - but what can one man really do in the fight to stop talking about the seriousness of global warming from becoming a thing of the past?
From slap bracelets to rubik's cubes, once I find a fad, you can barely tear me away - that is of course, until it passes its prime as the centerpiece of social dialog.
Lately it's been global warming. From striking up conversations with strangers, to excusing yourself from everyday crimes, nothing ties a common bond between you and others like blaming everything on global warming.
I'll give you an example. I realized 3 days ago that my neighbor had been stealing magazines and other mail delivered parcels from me for the past month or so. This morning, I marched through his cat littered yard and began banging incessantly on his door. When he greeted me at the door, he simply shrugged his shoulders and with a half-cocked smile said, "well what can I say, I guess this damn global warming is really getting to me." I couldn't help but flash a smile myself and agree with him. So long as he's with the cause, he's alright in my book.
It's great. Everywhere I go, with everyone I encounter, I am able to establish a common bond. I remember when the power of this fad first started kicking in for me. I was at my (ex)girlfriend Sarah Booking's parents' house, enjoying a Sunday afternoon bar-b-que when I started taking my pants off. Well next thing I know Mr. Booking has grabbed me by the throat and started threatening to pummel me in front of everyone. Right then and there, I did what anyone would have done: I exclaimed, "Don't blame me.. Blame GLOBAL WARMING!!" You could just see the sigh of relief come over his face as he realized I was right.
My main concern is that with all this congressional dog-and-pony show they've got over global warming in Washington, is that at some point they're actually going to do something to fix it, and REALLY bring it into the mainstream. If those eggheads put their minds together, and establish a method for reversing the trends of global warming, I'm afraid that my social stature will diminish faster than my heart-rate after I huff high-concentration computer cleaner. I guess it's up to me to make a difference - but what can one man really do in the fight to stop talking about the seriousness of global warming from becoming a thing of the past?
posted by Max Rays at 12:39 PM
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