just glancing back over some old entries on myspace and came across this blog from almost a year ago- which inspired the namesake for this blog site. still makes me smile now as i look back at this "life" i've left behind for a slower more simple one at home...
:.Smashing social conformities one kook at a time.: (March 8, 2007)
I get like this when I am tired. All social conformities slip my mind and my alter ego tries to smash 'em. Why else do I loudly imitate the whimpering sound that makes Berkely's head tilt side-to-side amongst the politely quiet ferry crowd; or do the running man in the middle of the crosswalk... I felt like hitting my newspaper upside the shoulder of this nice woman getting in the elevator with me- not in a mean, abusive sort of way, but rather a buddy-ol-pal, how's ya doin sorta way. Never met her before, and I have to think that even if I had, this small, Chinese lady in her late sixties would not appreciate such a "friendly" gesture. I want to run and smack into the glass door of the conference room filled with executives- like a bug that veered of the course and splatted on the window of a Mercedes.
Talking with Eric on the ferry this morning, we both agreed we have the potential to be labeled as crazy, or loony. This is if we allowed ourselves to fully embrace the extremities that surface when no one is looking. He mentioned: ala Alfred Hitchcock's the Rear Window. When no one else is looking, we can carry on multiple conversations with a non-existent person, roll boogers in fingers, yell BLA BLA BLA at the conference call managerial initiator- BASICALLY think, act and look different when not under the societial microscope of life.
Lastly, I thought, what a shame I don't have the wherewithall to race the other patron to press the elevator button and then close the elevator door in their face (this sounds vengeful, but I promise, I have no ill will in these idiosyncrasies) or bust out with Scissor Sister's "I don't feel like dancing" in Pioneer Sq. I think it's tragic, and the social norms should change.
However, if there is one thing we know, is that we humans are not a perfect image of balance. So, should it be customary to yell in public transportation, jump in the elevator, race people to the Starbucks line, hug a stranger, tell the truth, ask to eat someone's food...etc. Then the pendulum would shift somehow, and before we knew it, it would be uncouth to wave hello to someone. No matter what culture/class/country/society you become involved in, there will be norms. Even if the norm is breaking the norm. By breaking the norm, you are the norm. I think that what is beautiful about coloring outside the lines, is that the lines make us thankful that there is an outside of the box. Thank you appropriateness.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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This was one of my favorite ones to read. It's so true. It makes me think of the song "The world is Everlasting" -"people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous,... people are just people like you... the world is everlasting... & Everybodies features have somehow started blending... put dirtballs in your pocket."
You have inspired me so much, in more ways than you probably realize. -Whether its just simply copying your facewash, song choices, styles, or wall color -(Which I didn't realize was the case till dad came over to see my apartment and pointed out the fact that it was basically the same color scheme as your old room at his house). I don't copy you to be an annoying younger sister (I'm sure you probably know that) but because i look up to you so much. You always have wonderful words of wisdom and an undying ability to bring comfort and help to those who need it the most. I don't call you my hero for nothing.
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