Public Service Announcment From Crystal Lion...
This is an anti-emo public service announcment / rant from Crystal Lion. If you wish to read this part of the entry and my slightly biased end against it please click the cut, otherwise obligitory inspirational part at the end is not behind a cut...
If you're under the age of 16, find something better to do then angst, please. If you don't have a car, or a significant other, or a life... DON'T GO EMO. Especially not in front of me. If I see one more 14 year old kid wearing black make up and talking about how depressing their life is, I'm going to SNAP.
"Oh, I'm only fourteen and my parents don't understand me."
Gee... Did you try actually talking to them? Or did you just prance around like a little emo bitch and whine.
What's worse is when they walk around the mall spending way too much time and money at hot topic and buying bands that they probably don't understand, just to shock them.
Or the whiney bastard I saw the other day at work who had "Cut Here" drawn on his wrist. This is not a suicidal kid who needs help, this is a moron crying for attention. Trust me, I set the record straight, "If you're gonna cut yourself, go up the arm from wrist to elbow, they can't save you then."
Trust me, you can tell who's who in this situation.
That's not to say there aren't real kids out there who need help, those kids should seek help anyway they can, but professional help, not substance or 'peer' help. Look up at the sky and smile, find something you love to do, read a book, paint a picture, play a game, do something that makes you happy. We're only here for a little while, so smile and get on with life.
If you're under the age of 16, find something better to do then angst, please. If you don't have a car, or a significant other, or a life... DON'T GO EMO. Especially not in front of me. If I see one more 14 year old kid wearing black make up and talking about how depressing their life is, I'm going to SNAP.
"Oh, I'm only fourteen and my parents don't understand me."
Gee... Did you try actually talking to them? Or did you just prance around like a little emo bitch and whine.
What's worse is when they walk around the mall spending way too much time and money at hot topic and buying bands that they probably don't understand, just to shock them.
Or the whiney bastard I saw the other day at work who had "Cut Here" drawn on his wrist. This is not a suicidal kid who needs help, this is a moron crying for attention. Trust me, I set the record straight, "If you're gonna cut yourself, go up the arm from wrist to elbow, they can't save you then."
Trust me, you can tell who's who in this situation.
That's not to say there aren't real kids out there who need help, those kids should seek help anyway they can, but professional help, not substance or 'peer' help. Look up at the sky and smile, find something you love to do, read a book, paint a picture, play a game, do something that makes you happy. We're only here for a little while, so smile and get on with life.