SurrenderForMe -> RE: I couldn't help Myself (7/16/2008 9:47:47 PM)
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Clothes do not make the man and actions speak louder than words. I don't subscribe to cliques. A uniform is only as good as the person wearing it. They are not attractive. And finally, you don't earn those caps and vests, they were/are an attempt to feel special and, in some cases, accepted. I feel special when someone I care about is happy to be with me. I feel special when I have the respect of the people who are in my life. I've won awards for things. I put them in a box. They are just things. Things have no value for me except in the moment of their usefullness. If you mourned the cap or vest because it kept you warm, I could relate. I have a motorcycle jacket. I bought it myself. I love that jacket. I don't have, or will ever have a motorcycle. I have had people ask me if I rode and some made disapproving comments when I said I didn't. This only happened two times. No major attacks, just quiet disapproval. I have the right to wear the clothes I choose to wear. I do not expect, nor accept, other peoples preception of my right to wear it. If that was the case, I'd join the fashion police and the scene would lose alot of really tacky clothing. What the hell is the point of spurs without a horse, except for fun or to express your personality. Pointy toed, cockroach killer shoes and boots, ick. Too short, too long, too ...... Plus, I have had old school shoved down my throat, off and on, for twenty plus years. It has only come up when someone wanted me to accept something and I disagreed. Then old school is pulled out like a trump card. It has no validity. What has validity is common sense, common courtesy, experience (which should be the trump card for old school), compassion, a willingness to share knowledge (another, which should be a trump card for old school and isn't). As a weapon, it's most common use in my experience, old school is clumsy and tired. It is used to attempt to win an argument when logic fails. It is like any clique, defensive and sometimes offensive. The closest it came to appealing was hearing stories about friends helping friends, and in the end, it didn't belong to old school, just old memories of companions. That is universal and there is no uniform.
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