Crocs

I was going to do a philosophical blog post about the nature of life and different social dynamics, then I looked through my recent posts and thought "Screw it, I've done too many deep posts". So instead I'm going to do a post about something awesome. And do you know what's awesome?
Crocs. Or more accurately, people who wear crocs. Or even more accurately, people who really shouldn't wear crocs but do anyway. Now, seeing as I wear crocs but probably shouldn't this might make me sound a little big headed for calling myself awesome, but let's face it; I am.
And it's not because of my wonderful personality or strikingly good looks (though they help), it's because I wear crocs. And any teenage male wearing crocs is automatically awesome. Not because crocs are cool, but because they are incredibly uncool. No teenage guy can put on a pair of crocs and try and look cool, it's just not going to happen. By donning these squidgy, holey things they are basically exclaiming to the world that they have no life and they don't care. It is that perfect point of not giving a damn, just before going to Star Wars conventions dressed as Yoda, where although not caring they aren't completely removed from reality.
Let me share with you a story. It was a cold December night, about 2:00AM, and four inches of snow lay on the ground. As is only logical I decided this was a good time for a walk, so put on my jacket and went out. Still wearing my crocs. I don't know if you've ever walked in snow that covers your foot whilst wearing footwear with holes in it, but I can tell you it hurts. After about twenty minutes I could no longer feel my feet, so decided I should probably go in. And that is the story of how it came to be that I have a very mild case of frostbite on my right big toe.
The moral of the story? That I'm a complete twazzock for walking in snow whilst wearing crocs.

Anyway, people who wear crocs but shouldn't are awesome. That's what this post was about right?

Unique

You know last week when I said I was going to avoid doing my posts on Sunday night? Well it's 23:32, so I guess that kind of failed.
There's a commonly quoted line from Fight Club which goes "You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake." It's part of the general depressing feel of the film and I disagree with the sentiment. You are special, you are beautiful and you are unique. And you know what else is? A snowflake. A snowflake which has probably made about as much of its existence as you have. The thing is, being unique doesn't really make you worth anything. All snowflakes are unique, but they are basically the same and only serve a purpose as a group. The majority of people are the same, they're unique but they're pretty much content with being mediocre. But perhaps my use of the word mediocre is uncalled for, as maybe it's not about how good you are at all, rather the mere fact that you are different. To explain uniqueness I usually use my circles and squares analogy (stop me if I've told it to you already. Or, you know, skip the part where I explain it). Basically, the world is full of quadrangles that are all very nearly squares, but not quite. They are all different from each other, but they all have very similar characteristics. So it can definitely be said that any one is unique, but not necessarily special. Then along comes a circle. The circle is completely different from all the squares, making it unique and special. Of course if the circle was with over circle like shapes it would cease to be special.
What I'm trying to say, and I apologise for the quality of the post, is that when everyone else is a beautiful snowflake, perhaps it's best to be an ugly raindrop.