Sometimes I get carried away by just thinking, sometimes it makes sense. I looked over to a pair of shoes on the floor, they happened to be a pair of sb dunks... and I just sat there wondering, why did I decide to even buy them? Thought about it some more, and came to the conclusion that this impulse of mine came from me wanting to be like another person. What we do not notice, we happen to mimic the actions of the people we hang around the most. It may be a small trait we pick up, and use in our daily lives, shit, it may be their whole personality we steal. I will try to shorten this long post as it goes on, in every local scene, there happens to be a Capo, a boss, or what ever you want to call the person everyone happens to know, and admire. He usually holds the judgement on what is presided as what is "in" at the moment. This is where my mind just started to fuck it self. I thought about the people that I associate with, would they wear the shit they put on daily if it wasn't for some one who they happened to see have the same thing on... Would they even decide to smoke weed, or drink Alcohol if the person they happened to admire did not do the same? What I am trying to get at is, the bit of originality we think all of us possess.. is not that, it is admiration towards what we see in others.. In a sense, we are clones of what our eyes see.