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The cicle of Hipster Fashion

Hipsters are a core part of society nowadays, so influential that they have their own fashion. Much like any other fashion, the hipster one is used to distinguish people from inside the group from those outside. Except that hipsters are not a group, it’s a avoidance of mainstream media and culture, as they would rigorously argue with you if you ever ask them if they are a hipster.On that note, you may see a person with a cute scarf, a t h i c c beard, a lumberjack shirt – I mean, a flannel- drinking coffee and writing a book on the nearest Starbucks. That’s the afore called hipster style. And, just how is it formed? For starters,let’s focus on the hat, that person might have seen that hat on their attic and found it nice, so they’ve started using it, becoming hipsters on the process. Innocent, right?

Sure sounds like it, but then that person has a blog and friends, and those people seeing that the hat is cute, also start using it, making it a fashion staple. People outside that circle that see those people using it join the trend, because they are also human, and just wanna feel included on stuff. Since now the hat has a massive popularity, celebrities start to notice it, and, those who find it cool and hip, will then start to use it too.

Now that the hat is the norm and you can see it on tv, internet or any other media (visual and otherwise), it reached the masses, the plebs, and they too will start using it. Much like memes, once it peaks in popularity, it becomes over saturated on the market and on the public, so it is not cool anymore, and it’s use starts to decline. And then, the hipsters begin to show up again.

Normally teenagers or young adults who write blogs and major in liberal arts, hipsters are those who go out of their way – ironically, of course – to avoid the mainstream, claiming that that form of expressing themselves is actually pleasing. One can see hipsters in any art form, music, dance, memes, plastic art, and the motivation of this article: fashion. And then, a non hipster will eventually see that hipster hat or find their own, repeating the circle, forever and ever.

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Crying to the death of far ones.

Everyone that is born dies, some musicians would say that we are born to die. Many deaths can generate different emotions: fear, shock, depression, happiness, surprise, creativity (That’s not a feeling, but yeah).

Such emotions are laced into the impact that the person made in your life, that impact makes connections on your brain and make memories and affinity with another human being, and, with more impact, such as the one that a girlfriend can make (that can take over 6 month to recover), the more connections that are made and the more strong they are. So, if a person like a present father dies, you’ll feel very emotional, because your brain will bring back all that nostalgia of good and positive times that you had with him at the same moment, interpreting his death as the loss of a possible bringer of further happiness, and your brain needs to destroy that link, making you sad, by consequence.

But, what if that person is not that close to you, what if that person is some non present and non bringer of the probability of hapiness? Why would you cry?

That answer comes with a bit of backtracking, since the childhood, a lot of kids are taught that death is something bad and sad (Not if you live in Mexico or any other country that celebrates death, though), and, since they have no agency in the formulation of knowledge at that age, they will just take his/her/their tutors word for it, and that will be engrained and brought with them ’till or even after enlightment. Since death equals sadness, then you are supposed to be sad, and because of hive minding, they’ll be excluded and coerced if they are actually not sad and maybe even happy in the face of the longest nap of their far ones (or even close ones).

But that doesn’t answer the question: why would someone cry in facing the death of a non familiar person?

My theory is that people suffer from minor depressions every and each day, but their brains just ignore that, just so they don’t get affected that much and can actually be productive in real life (that doesn’t apply to people with depression). Nevertheless, those minor depressions produce chemicals on your brain, much like any other emotion, and those chemicals are stored, stored untill they decay or are used in something else. And that something else that matters in this case, if death is predominantly sad and it is a major emotional trigger, all of those minor depressions are used to make up a bigger sadness, so, if a person that isn’t close to you dies, that would normally considered a mild depression to your brain, but since you had a build up,  you’re done for.

This would be a chapter on my book, but this is coming out all of my mind, of zero experience, and i didn’t research for any of this, which can be a problem, but it’s

JUST A THEORY, A ~MENTAL STATE~ THEORY! Thanks for reading!

Cry’s soul searching

Have you ever loved someone so much, you’d give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they’re your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
“Daddy look what I made”, Dad’s gotta go catch a plane
“Daddy where’s Mommy? I can’t find Mommy where is she?”
I don’t know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy’s busy
Daddy’s writing a song, this song ain’t goin’ write itself
I’ll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who’s a spitting image of her
That’s Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady’s crazy
Shady made me, but tonight Shady’s rocka-by-baby…

i did copy pasta’ed

i am kinda trying to write a book or something like that, here’s one chapter of it

speaking of which, bubbles!

According to wikipedia, A bubble is a globule of one substance in another, usually gas in a liquid. Due to the Marangoni effect, bubbles may remain intact when they reach the surface of the immersive substance. Soap bubbles can make rainbows in and on itself, what can be seen by observants surrounding it, with the help of sunlight or artificial lightning.

But, there are other types of bubbles, and anyone is susceptible to be raised or live in one. This type of bubble separates one from society, bringing the possibility of a lost of important strings that were possible to everyone outside the bubble, either the lost of chances to form those strings, or the cut of logical and emotional attachment of both sides of that lining.

Of course there are ways to break bubbles, it requires effort, as expected, it’s hard, it’s somewhat dangerous, and one will most likely be affected negatively by doing so. To leave a social-dynastical bubble, one must break their pretenses, know the world, go against everything that they’ve experienced before, just so can see the other side of the fence, and that is what hurts the most, going against the tide means going against something that supported one all their life, monetarily or emotionally, and that will most likely deny the descendant -at least in the beginning- , because such bubble wasn’t made out of nothing, it was built in a set of emotion, presets and knowledge that had much effort built into. Seeing that bubble implode out of thin air hurts, even more that the inheritee will sustain in his whole journey, collectively, and the builder will take the pain out of once, instead of with time -in case of the pupil-, and that pain will sore and scar one for life, reminding and draining the force of the mentor their whole life, until they finally drop dead or finally give up into madness.

And that strength that frank never had.