Shiny San Francisco Stories: Becoming a cliche

[kellinator]

So my first full day in San Francisco, I was on Haight St. (motherfucking Haight-Ashbury!! motherfucker!!) feeling very cool when suddenly what the rest of y'all already knew hit me like a pillowcase full of bricks.

"I'm a boring person who dyed my hair purple so I would fit in out here!! Oh my gosh!! I'm a cliche!!"

gamgee's response was something along the lines of "Yes, we all knew that, but if we had said it it would have sounded mean."

Comments

[becala.livejournal.com]

I would argue that a boring person would not dye the hair purple in the first place.

What's more of a cliche: being crazy when you have the opportunity, or being someone like me who constantly tells herself she will manage to never have a job where she has to look normal? I've managed that thus far with 4 years of working in the Real World and 3 of being a College Student. Of course, when I had a Real Job I did not make that much money, but I was technically an IT professional. But we are no longer in the middle of the huge tech boom and I find it highly unlikely that when I enter the real world I will continue to be able to look like a freak and have a job.

So what I'm saying in my roundabout homework-procrastinating way is: We are all boring when we have to make a living. I think it takes more than being wacky when you're allowed to to make a cliche.