Billions and Billions served. A pleasant reminder that before you decided to have that piece of over-processed garbage shoved down your gullet billions and billions of other idiots made the same decision. There is something that reassures us in knowing that other people are making the same decision; a security blanket of sorts. We think to ourselves this is a safe decision because so many others have made the same choice, but we never consider what happens if all those people were wrong.
We are all searching for the next group to follow. My favorite groups to follow are those who consider themselves counterculture. In high school I ran with an emo crowd for a while. Not mainstream either. We're talking about full on hardcore screamo shows in an empty retail space converted to a concert venue where the main act every Friday ended their show with the lead singer chugging YooHoo then puking it up on stage. Fucked up, right? Sometimes we just don't understand how wrong we are until you step back from a situation and realize what the fuck is going on.
Anyways, back to the emos, these kids spent the better part of their Friday nights talking about how nonconformist they were, and what sheep the popular kids were at their school. Fucking morons. I still remember the first time I showed up to hang out with them in a Polo shirt. You would have thought I dropped my shorts and shat right in front of them. I took grief the entire night about how I was just buying in to a cycle of conformity. So yeah, I fell for their tricks and bought a Taking Back Sunday t-shirt for my Friday nights out with the emo kids. The black t-shirt made me so hardcore.
About the third time I listened to a shitty local band whine and scream about their unfair, white suburban life I started to doubt that I had found an escape for the mainstream. Those bunch of mindless drones had just bought in to a completely different form of mainstream. Conforming to noncomformity. We're all just a member of a bigger group. Gradually we grew apart, but I never forgot the lessons learned during those hardcore emo nights.
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