Fashion is a Contagious Disease

I have been thinking of this post for months and now I am finally posting again. Be in mind that most of my time was exerted on school (homework; extra-help; the casualties) and the holidays. And some skiing now and then.


This post, however it may result in perpetual argument on wether fashion is good or not to follow, is my take on the trend styles of life. It practically puts us under a truck of social integrity. The only fact of the matter is is that many try to follow these high and new trends without stopping and looking around at the people they are with. For an example, the one I love to use the most, the iPhones. This being wether it is an iPhone 4S or just and iPhone 4, but talking specifically of them.


I should also have you put in mind that I, myself, had once wanted one of these special touch screen, newest of fashion designed phones, but in my case, I wanted the iPod Touch. That I did get, taking a far too careful care of it, then loosing it either at school or in my home.


But, back to the matter being, iPhones had been invented for the sake of people who, apparently, could not type with a full, real keyboard. The only downside is that to type with or play with the iPhone, especially on a chair lift, which I have been on recently, you would have take your gloves off. It can get annoying at times and that is one reason why I'd vote to have a PomPilot in some cases.


Anyway, iPhones have become an addictive drug to many that you see in restaurants or train stations. To some, it's a 'new experience' to take into granted. I have asked for an iPhone for my birthday, admitting the truth, but now even I, the one who could have most of it all if asked for, mainly because what I ask for are normally two to five dollar items, have regretted on it.


The Apple stores have made their own trend of 'touch screens' and maybe it's because it's retro and new and very futuristic, but I can now not see the point of an iPhone. Wether or not you can to talk to it, it still interviens you with the topic of the month.


Take this situation for an example of why I, necessarily, do not like iPhones:

Brody was coming back from a football game. It was twelve to ten and the Home team had won. He was too excited and glad to tell his friends that his team hadn't lost, that he had paid no attention to the deer in the road. He was typing, texting, to his almost wed fiance when the deer had been crossing. Deers were very common, being that it was higher up in the mountains than where you'd expect. He swerved past the deer, saving its life, but risking his own.

His car smashed into the opposing side of the long, lonely road and a pine tree branch pierced the already shattered glass. He slowly and steadily reached for the iPhone and pressed the middle button at the bottom, pushing it in hard enough to have the Siri come up.

In a groggy, rusted voice, as if his throat was parched, he asked the lovely fellow robot. "Call 911." Though that was what he  intended on saying it  came out as a jumble of mismatched words that, to the polite robot, made no sense. Replying with an apology the robot began to want to hear what he had to say again.

The result was the same, a fumbling, dragging slur of words to try to make out a sentence. Siri had replied the same. He had constantly tried again and again, until darkness filled his broken and aching bones.

To the delight of Brody's contempt, the ambulance, sent by a passing by-er, had come in time to save his hopeful life. Injuries and more had occurred, but nothing was fatal to any extent.

Though, when the ambulance had come to see Brody in the car, and Siri the iPhone helper, on, the two Paramedics laughed it off later with themselves, but bringing up a serious talk that followed.

Brody had lived, Siri had begun to understand his words, and all was well.

Now, as you should know by now, this story was made purely off of fiction, my imagination, and ideas. So, don't go around saying Apple kills people. That isn't right or just. That is cruelty through power of words and your said 'proof'.

With that,  I rest my case on iPhones. Now off to another trend; one that includes, yet again, both genders, is moccasins. Moccasins have annoyed me, mainly because they are an on-going trend that I despise. Again, like I have said previously, this is only my take on fashions. Protest if you like, but I like to show my opinion.


Moccasins are diseases. An indefinite disease. It engolfs you into a world were the comfy slippers make you look like you came out of your bed, got dressed and came into your work, school or administrations office with your slippers on. This disease spreads quickly. The only ones immune have either figured out what's happening, or could not have any less of them or the coolest fashion. If you haven't already figured it out, I am one of the immune, not destroyed by the disease.


Although, years and years earlier, I was, too knocked down by the disease of fashions. I wore fake converse shoes for the comfort, too, and have grown out of many pairs. This year being the one time I actually have the real 'All-Star' converse.


I now go by rules of my own. That being:


1. Always, no matter the cost, be your true self


2. Be the Unique individual that even I know you can be


Don't wait around for the next killing trend of the day/month/year/century. It will penalize you to a point where even you won't know what to do next. Especially when you get news late, or never at all.

Basically, don't fall into the disease. The disease that will run you over like a car over roadkill. You are the roadkill who died for the trend and not for the faith or for another individual. 

Die for love; not for trend.

That's it. I have more ideas and I might post Thursday or through the weekend. This all depends on when I'll have the time. Until then, bye!

-Amber

(Plus, a very catchy and still uplifting song....

In a sense....                                   Anyway, see you later!)