March of Conformity 

 It was the sort of place where if you weren’t wearing yoga pants &
boots, you were shunned. It wasn’t an obvious thing. Those within the circle picked up on it. The majority of the girls blended in with each other. A variation in a scarf color was the only thing separating these girls. Most people (especially the males) saw it as a march of conformity by the masses; lemmings throwing themselves to their death. Nothing was ever so obvious as was originally thought. The second inspection revealed more than anyone could fathom. These girls were not as shallow as some sociology report might spit out. That was academic nonsense. This was the real world with real world twists and turns. 

 Had any of these “scientists” thought that these new fangled clothes were the result of improved technology? Yes, there was a mass movement towards this same look, but it was because of the aesthetic and qualities they provided.

 “Technology is amazing.”

 “What are you talking about?”

 “I was thinking that technology can be used to shrink our cell phones to a size where we can no longer effectively use them, or they can create new synthetics that allow women to look amazing. I mean, look at these pants!”

 “How long have you been thinking about this?”

 “Four beers.”

 “That’s actually pretty genius.”

 “Thank you.”

 “I don’t need a smaller phone.” He grabbed a beer from the cardboard carrying case.

 “Me neither.” They clinked bottles. 
*previously posted on former blog


Inside Out

“She pulled up beside me in her Suburban Assault Vehicle, that way she could literally look down on the world around her.

I could instantly tell she was a beautiful woman, at least physically. There was no mistaking that, even with the severe look on her face. I couldn’t see a trace of a smile, just a blank expression.

She had taken care to make sure she was put together correctly. You could tell that there was a right way and a wrong way to everything. She was outfitted in the typical suburban yoga uniform.

It felt like the announcement that she took yoga classes was more important than the actual lifestyle choice and health benefits. Everything about her dripped with insincerity.

I tried to offer her a polite, friendly smile. Maybe she needed some kindness to break down the stress in her life.

The glare was epic. Her disdain for me being of the lower classes was almost tangible. I could tell she wholeheartedly believed she was superior to me in every way. She didn’t know the first thing about me, yet there she was being snobbish.

She tucked her yoga mat under one arm and grabbed her water bottle that cost about a half a day’s wage for me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her pants were on inside out.”





I took a sip of my coffee. It had finally cooled. The white, plastic lid was covered in the froth which had bubbled out of the hole.

“Did that really happen? It sounds like anyone one of those weird stories you write. Particularly the ones that don’t really have a point.”

“No, I promise, Scout’s Honor. I went to get a hair cut this morning and fate would have our path’s cross. Lucky for me, I was able to meet such a charming creature.”

“You’re a weirdo.”