My brother and I have always liked to be the first to “discover” something. Whether it’s a new band, a movie, or a website, we want to be the first ones to know about it. Kind of like hipsters, I guess. The best part of being the first one to discover something is telling everyone you know about your new found source of entertainment. The worst part is when someone doesn’t site you as their main source.
For example, one time I told my brother about a song that I thought he would like. He listened to it and said that he hated it. A month later he put that song on one of his cds.
Me: I thought you hated this song.
Me: Umm do you remember me playing it for you?
Me: Well I did and you said you hated it. I showed it to you first.
Bro: Fine. I shower you with credit.
Getting credit is the ultimate goal. Most of our convos follow this same pattern. Me being excited by something, him not being excited by it, me getting frustrated, and then him making me laugh.
However, if I’m not the first to discover something, I don’t like to give into it. I wasn’t the first person I knew to get an iPhone, so I never got one. Now it feels too late to get one. Everyone has all these cool apps on their iPhone. I want to give in and get one, but nope. Not for me.
I tried to start reading Harry Potter after the movie came out and it just didn’t feel right. Tons of people had already read the book. I don’t want to be one of the stragglers, I want to be one of the founders! So I gave up on that too.
Just recently I have started to give in. I inherited an iPad. I feel like such a n00b when I use it. It’s fun playing Words With Friends and Temple Run (my high score is 1,400,000 just sayin’) but I can’t help feeling like I jumped on the bandwagon too late. What a follower.
I also started reading The Hunger Games. I don’t usually like to read books found in the teen section of Barnes & Noble, but it’s just so popular. I keep hearing how addictive it is so I’m just like UH OKAY FINE. So I’m reading it, and yes, it’s addicting. Plus I wanted to read it before the movie comes out so I can be one of those people who spots all the differences from the book and gets mad at the director.
Lastly, is Pinterest. Pinterest.com is like crack for women. It’s basically a virtual bulletin board of dreams. As gay as that sounds. I had heard people talking about it over and over so eventually, I gave in. And it’s everything I wished for and more.
I feel like I’m losing my cool factor. I haven’t been discovering any sweet new stuff recently. I’m just going to keep blaming it on Canada and try to move on.