...nothing the matter with his eyesight, he's wearing shades cause he's cool....

Funny how certain things...certain completely random things...can suddenly be considered "cool"--- or whatever generational term is synonymous with "cool". How are these things determined to be the new status indicators???

Shades....clothing(or lack thereof) ....body art....jewelry....body modification....

Obviously there are trend-setters...celebrities, artists, etc. But what makes these trend-setters decide which items in the world are worth trumpeting as the new "in"-thing?? And what is it about these celebrities, artists, etc. that has given them the authority to be the trend trumpeters???

Fashions and fads have a way of being either extremely functional or beyond weird, but far be it for the fads to be intentionally functional--- this, of course, is the complete antithesis to fad-worthiness!

I've never given any intentional thought to keeping up with the fashions of the day. As quickly as fashions and fads change, it would be a full-time career trying just to keep up with it. If there was anything not to focus the rest of my life on, fashions and fads would definitely be it. There are far more fulfilling practices to focus on. There's no substance in keeping up with changing fashions just to keep up with them. In fact, I'd have a hard time finding enough substance to hold on to.

Given the choice between looking cool and looking like myself, I'll choose looking like myself....though, I'll take the shades as well, they might give me the air of looking cool, they might not..... but at least I wouldn't have to see everybody else looking like a fool......

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Scottish Festival and a bit of poetry...

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