Cliques

One thing that has bothered me for all 25 years of my mundane life are “clicks” (spelled in some parts of the world as cliques). Why the hell are they so fraking important to us? Any place I’ve ever lived. Any place I’ve ever gone to. Any place ever even considered moving to, has “clicks”. If you were to travel to Hawaii, you would notice the locals even have a click. When you go to church and all the “holier than thou” clowns have their own click. College and highs school and even pre-schools have their own clicks. Being apart of a click, I guess is what makes us feel as if were really apart of the human race. Clicks remind us that we’re really alive. They give us purpose in living a somewhat normal life.

Granted the term “click” is mainly used while in high school, but the fact remains that clicks don’t just exist in high school. They continue into college, the workplace, and even religious institutions. (Hell, I personally believe that religious institutions are the biggest click). We just want to call it something different.

There are large clicks and little clicks. Some clicks become so huge they even petition the government to have their own rights.

Now, I’m not saying that I don’t belong to any clicks. I do. I in fact belong to all sorts of different clicks. I’m in a religious institution. I geek out on movies, music and comic books. I once belonged to a baseball and paintball teams. I’m involved in a online posse in RED DEAD REDEMPTION. I played D&D games when I was in high school. I work at a radio station. I’m even a Facebook junkie. Since I’m in so many different clicks, I see what they do to us as human beings.

I feel that catering to clicks is an injustice to all people. The more we allow ourselves to separate into are own clicks. The more we separate ourselves from each other. We should really start creating groups (like on Facebook). Groups that everybody wants to be apart. For example everybody seems to love Bob Marley. So we so have a Bob Marley group. He even wrote a popular song called “One Love.” This song has very positive message, let us all be one. One heart, one mind, one people. But no! We can’t do that because it’ll hurt our image in the other click. We have to be “one click.” When we get to involved in “our click” we just end up separating ourselves from others. Lets my groups or something that doesn’t feel so exclusive.

Time to change the subject.

Last night I went with my friend Lono to another Twilight Concert Series show. The two bands playing were The Twin Sister and Beirut. Both bands were brand new to me. I had heard a lot of good things about Beirut, but never gave them listen to. Lono and I tried to figure out why Twin Sister gave themselves that name for their band. You would just assume that with a name like Twin Sister that there would be twin sisters singing the songs. Well they weren’t.

Lono created a metaphor in which every time he would smell pot, he’d call it a skunk. “Where’s that skunk at?”

My biggest beef with out-door venues is all the pot smoke. I can barely stand the smell of cigarette smoke and so that bittersweet smell of pot is repulsive to me. Frankly I really don’t care what another person does. Just don’t blow your damn smoke in my face! There was one other thing that bugged me at the Beirut show. This fella smoking pot in front of me had the world's biggest nose. I’m not even close to joking when I say that his nose literally looked like one of those red clown noses’ you can buy in a costume shop. It was fraking HUGE! It could have been its own country. The worst part was I was so entranced by this sucker’s clown nose; I couldn’t even enjoy the show because all I could do was question how elephantiasis could only affect one part of the body. All in all, it was a fun night out in Salt Lake City.

I think I would let my dog sleep in my bed, if he didn’t get hair all in my sheets.