By Dr. Jimmy, Coma Pysician, Sometimes Raver
This column was going to tell you all how we are increasingly like our digital avatars on any of a number of online destinations: constantly racing to the next upgrade and casting aspersions on any who dare to fall behind in the digital rat race.
But since my whole point in this space is to let you know I’m going back to basics I’ll just drop all of the Internet-related bullshit.
So lets talk socks. I’m done upgrading mine. If med school taught me anything other than how to score mind-blowing drugs (joking, you DEA turds) it’s that everything in life has a cycle. Our society’s sock dial has moved to black. Dr. Jimmy’s socks are gonna go ahead and stay white. People who are in versions 2.0 or 3.0 of their lives may think I’m a pretty lame dude. But the joke’s actually on people who prioritize such things because I’m actually an early adopter (augh, the Internetspeak has taken over our language) and ahead of the next white sock fashion wave.
Same goes for hair. Do I have a full head of hair? No. Am I going to go all Kojack? Also, no.
Bucking overwhelming fashion trends takes the icy hot calm of a captain whose ship is in the midst of a maelstrom. While those around you are losing collective frickin’ minds you have to stay calm and maintain a steady course.
You know this storm shall pass and that safe harbor lies just over the horizon in the form of a baggy pair of acid washed jeans.
Until you get there, enjoy the ride.