Connected, in its way
Jul. 13th, 2003 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7So my nine year old cousin says to me, "Damien your pants are finally in style." I, being confused, say "What?"
"There were pants, at the store, with chains on them." She was talking about my wallet chain, and the fact that there are, of course, Chained Pants, at the store. Apparently, for NINE YEAR OLDS! *bangs head on keyboard* Cute, i'm sure, but.. *shudder* So i says to her, i says:
"Oh. Well, i don't much care about 'Style,' Joy. Never have. I wear what i wear, cause i like it." Here, she looks at me as if i'd started telling her that the Walls wanted to talk to her, about her homework. Like i've gone Mad. "This chain? It's attached to my wallet. Which is attached to my belt. Uncle Chuck gave me this wallet."
"Well it's a good thing you wear it." She nods, sagely, having just taught me a thing or two. I pause, look at her, quizically.
"Joy? Just keep in mind that all the styles you wear were invented by people My age." She looks, properly, as if she's about to throw up her grilled cheese, and my aunt, her mother, laughs, loudly, at the truth. I walk into the kitchen.
The things that we do, now, that someone thinks looks cool, are indoctrinated into the Culture, are... In. Stylish. And that's our Fault. It feels... Really weird... Good and sickening, all at once... Because they won't know. They'll think that "Cool" simply appears... It is so cultivated... and we cultivate it. Each generation propegates something to the next. Duh. And the next tends not to remember, en masse.
I told myself, when i was a kid, that i would always remember what it was like, for me, as a kid. If i'm remembering correctly, Shit i was a fucked up kid. As were all the ones around me... All of my Friends, now, know the etymology of their desires... Yeah, you heard me right. They know the trends, and punk/noir/neo-goth styilings to their originators, and the inspirations of their originators. Or, at the very least, they work to understand. Victorian's View of History, i guess...
Whateva, i do what i want! Later.
{Also weird: Someone told me that they would be delayed, because they Needed to read my live journal. People feeling that they need to do anyting, regarding understanding me, will always feel strange. I'm more used to, if nothing else, prodding people, to do so :) When, in reality, i guess they do it, of their own volition. Heh.}
"There were pants, at the store, with chains on them." She was talking about my wallet chain, and the fact that there are, of course, Chained Pants, at the store. Apparently, for NINE YEAR OLDS! *bangs head on keyboard* Cute, i'm sure, but.. *shudder* So i says to her, i says:
"Oh. Well, i don't much care about 'Style,' Joy. Never have. I wear what i wear, cause i like it." Here, she looks at me as if i'd started telling her that the Walls wanted to talk to her, about her homework. Like i've gone Mad. "This chain? It's attached to my wallet. Which is attached to my belt. Uncle Chuck gave me this wallet."
"Well it's a good thing you wear it." She nods, sagely, having just taught me a thing or two. I pause, look at her, quizically.
"Joy? Just keep in mind that all the styles you wear were invented by people My age." She looks, properly, as if she's about to throw up her grilled cheese, and my aunt, her mother, laughs, loudly, at the truth. I walk into the kitchen.
The things that we do, now, that someone thinks looks cool, are indoctrinated into the Culture, are... In. Stylish. And that's our Fault. It feels... Really weird... Good and sickening, all at once... Because they won't know. They'll think that "Cool" simply appears... It is so cultivated... and we cultivate it. Each generation propegates something to the next. Duh. And the next tends not to remember, en masse.
I told myself, when i was a kid, that i would always remember what it was like, for me, as a kid. If i'm remembering correctly, Shit i was a fucked up kid. As were all the ones around me... All of my Friends, now, know the etymology of their desires... Yeah, you heard me right. They know the trends, and punk/noir/neo-goth styilings to their originators, and the inspirations of their originators. Or, at the very least, they work to understand. Victorian's View of History, i guess...
Whateva, i do what i want! Later.
{Also weird: Someone told me that they would be delayed, because they Needed to read my live journal. People feeling that they need to do anyting, regarding understanding me, will always feel strange. I'm more used to, if nothing else, prodding people, to do so :) When, in reality, i guess they do it, of their own volition. Heh.}
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Date: 2003-07-13 10:53 pm (UTC)sleep well.
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I have to say this: I don't want to lead.
Like many other things, I'm pretty sure it won't make a damn bit of difference, but i have to Try. Because i don't think you need me to lead you...
Other than that, all that i can say is: Thank you, for your belief in me... Please Stop?
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Date: 2003-07-13 11:17 pm (UTC)you're welcome. its true about your writing, but damned annoying at times.
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No, i probably Won't stop. Know what i said about having to try? Yeah, it applies to the rest of it, too. For understanding. Otherwise, i wouldn't be me.
Cyclical, that... Heh. See you soon.
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Date: 2003-07-15 08:03 am (UTC)Praise Etymology(I Guess).
-Kyreshac
Re: ...
n. pl. et·y·mol·o·gies
The origin and historical development of a linguistic form as shown by determining its basic elements, earliest known use, and changes in form and meaning, tracing its transmission from one language to another, identifying its cognates in other languages, and reconstructing its ancestral form where possible.
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=etymology
There ya go :)