Letter to a Friend.

I’m trying to imagine you with a personality, because bluntly, I doubt your fabricated semblance is any more sincere than your friends on your social networking site of choice are being when they tell you that you’re unique and super-cool, and vice-versa.

Extreme angled close-up shots aside, greyscale forgotten, hair-dye out of the window, you are you, and I am me. Given, I am probably slightly better than you are, for to be equal you would have to be less you. For example, you are not retro, and your given name is not spelled as you wish it were. Likewise, your last name isn’t as flagrant as the one you display on your profile.

Jamie Jactancy, can you imagine that?

I was, originally – in the beginning, hoping that this would be a phase. Much like how the yo-yo was, but it seems to have taken a firm grasp of our social conscience and refuses to let go.

As the pioneer of the shirt/ jean style, I feel compelled to point at these people on the street, and laugh at them. Except, you know, not on the street, and from the comfort and relative safety of my home.

So, I digress. I can only hope that these people, with their ridiculous neck, face and hand tattoos grow up in the relative near future to realise that they are huge D-bags, to subsequently spend the rest of their time on this planet convincing others to not be like them, to be like everyone else, and instead actually be unique.

Frankly, every time you claim to not care what people think about you, I cry a single tear for your bruised and withered self-esteem.

~ by Jamie on May 25, 2009.