Say Fuck You and Mean It

At we point do we stop trying new things?

I got really big into exclamation points. Then, when I swore them off last week, the ellipses became my go to punctuation mark. But, that's okay, that sort of grammatical exuberance will be gone some day, too. Just like baggy jeans, trucker hats, wristbands and MTV. But when does it stop? How do I know when I've just clicked in, and that's it?

I guess I can be happy that my moment of "clicking in" didn't come in the 80's.

Or, maybe it's another small example of how damaging it can be to be comfortable. Obviously, in regards to punctuation, who really gives a shit, right? But, for those of us still sporting plaid polos, waiting for the styles to recycle, we can lose our ability to be truly inspired, stupidly excited or inclined to freely take a step off a cliff without question.

I guess for me, my fear isn't that of age, but moreso boredom. It doesn't take more than a stroll down any grocery store aisle to see the masses of our bregudgingly content, comfortable and bored as hell brethren, out of touch and overwhelmed with the prospect of change.

Maybe it's just boredom that killed marketing. All the innovators didn't get too old, instead they just "clicked in," oblivious to the tedium slowly taking over like a pot of water brought to a boil.

Fucking shoot me if I get so content with vanilla.