Look At Me, I'm Different

On Saturday at halftime of FSU/ Alabama, Austin and I decided to stroll downstairs and go for lunch. The elevator door opened to reveal four kids who I will describe as being...individualistic. They were riding the elevator standing backwards each with a newspaper in hand. It was obvious that these four (three guys and one butch) had nothing better to do on a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon in Athens but go up and down this elevator backwards pretending to read newspapers for this reason: they were different and wanted everyone to know, they were allowed to act weird, and they wanted desperately to get attention from a poser like myself or Austin. We looked at each other, smiled, and stepped into the elevator. I decided that I wasn't going to give these yuppies the satisfaction of recognizing the fact that they were different and I was, infact a poser. Austin however, quickly decided otherwise. He says, "What the hell are yall doing?" We quickly learned that while the punks had the right to be different, No one had the right to ask why.