It's all a matter of folks wanting to be 'different'....to 'stand out' in a world that's become oh so very BIG and gooey in its' proportions. Nothing really knew...just the methodology keeps a changing...and in some ways, it's almost kinda comical to what extent peoples' will go to make their 'profound mark' of noteriety in some way. I go to school downtown now...in a big world class city...I see it all, at first, all too much really...piercings galore, you name it, it's pierced, is there any part of the body that cannot be pierced??...NO!!...absolutely no barriers it seems....tatoo's...all the rage...only thing is eventually some folks kinda regret having big giant "LINDA" tatooed on their chest once "Linda" is no longer that love interest and from what I hear, getting those tatoo's removed is really NO FUN AT ALL...(something they probably don't tell you when they pincushion ya in your zest for artistic body glory...)... I once saw two very pretty ladies, and when they smiled, they had had their teeth sharpened like a giger alien...very creepy, almost goulish...time to keep a walking...... I see goth girls...that seems to be a big thing still...one campus I go to is in the gay district and nothing against gays here at all...but I do wonder how those fella's get used to wearing dresses, waxing their legs and wearing high heels...do they know that not only their manly "walk" gives them away...but also those big masculine bones...big oversized hands...can they be comfortable...and do they perhaps try just a little too hard to appear feminine...to the point wear one just knows they are trying too hard...?? I mean...okay....whatever moves ya really...I could care less as long as they don't pester me like some Jehova's witness trying to make me read about world sins or some Hari Krishna's surrounding me with their tambourines agoing and robes dangling.... I walk a wee ways and I swear...if I gave even a quarter to every street person...bag person...and bus stop vagrant...I would be just as poor...I smoke occasionally...walking with any full pack of ciggies is just outright dangerous here....hell...you can get mugged!!...like....everybody asks for a ciggy...why buy em, just find some sucker that has em...like...buzz off...I am forever on my "last" cigarette!! ;-) Same thing with foodstuffs....okay, one should be able to have a drink in peace...or eat on the run...without some whino or punk trying to get close to have a sip or a bite...hehehe..the nerve of the downtown corefolks...I really feel sorry for women, they must go through a lot just being women with all those catcalls and stereotypical advertising stygma's plastered all over on billboards and every corner pole and store window's...and subway platforms...not to mention all those unmentionables...there are some pretty funky stores downtown among other things...but hey...sex sells...so does poser...;-) I find the world's quest for "notice me too" kinda refreshing...it breaks that robotic doldrum one can find far too easily by just walking a few blocks eastward in my downtown world where all the suits stand about pretending to be important with their heads propped into their Wall Street Journals whilst picking their noses and drooling over stocks or that odd blonde feline happening by...dressed to the hilt but not even realizing their fly may be wide open or their sock suspenders are showing...and worse, their toupe is on sideways....hahaha...or the other extreme...those construction hunks that usually come in pairs of four, have one working and the other three standing around whistling and grabbing their privates to the tune of every cute female thang within their range of proximity.... As well.I suppose its not always trying to be different as it is sometimes a passion for many.some folks do and can get off on very different things which is not really all that abnormal in an abnormal kinda ways.depending on what it is that ripens your jolly of courseand noI am not even going therehere Anywaysbefore I really stray myself waaay off topic heredecapitationslosing thingskinda a sense of permanency overcomes me with this thoughtI mean, it is said that human beings change every seven yearsnot only physically, but also mentally.that coupled with puberty, menopause, male martian moodswingsdrugsdrinkingeuphorias of the massesetcmeans for a wholesome variety of many years of variances unless your some laid back bumkin or hermit in the hills or just a loner wanting to be isolatedsome folks change even more.look at politiciansat election time they are full of dreams and promisesa majority and three years and they completely change their whole appearance and mindsetsamazing thing really..butthe thing here to remember is thisI lost a tooth a ways backit was MY tooth, a part of ME.I cannot grow back this toothI cannot create another toothunlike a frog I cannot grow a limb back eitherI have lost some hair, I worship the God of hair and he still keeps pulling them out anywaysgo figureI suppose what I mean is, when something is GONE like that, it is GONE and someday you may again change your views, habits, fashions, interests, look, appearance, sex, visa card, whatever.but filling up that hole you might have made in your gut on a whim is gonna be impossible no matter what.folks are still gonna see through to that other side There are limitsand we learn them from testing them.but dont lose yourself testing My raddy two shillings worth.;-)