Sweet you rock and sweet you roll....
"All these kids, all these people were trying to pretend they were the people they wanted to beby how they dressed, just to fit in, just to be accepted and to belong, and, well, I got it all suddenly.
It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of our lives. You couldn't ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween every day, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren't alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe. Maybe everyone else might go on thinking that people were just what you saw- the clothes, the haircits, the cars- but not me, even though it seemed the whole world kind of worked that way: a put on, only interested in the appearance of things like your class, your race, whether you were a girl or a boy, all the stuff you couldn't really change anyway. It seemed really hard to grow out of that; maybe all you could do was try your best, try not to judge people from the way they appeared to be, I guess."
Hairstyles of the Damned
It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of our lives. You couldn't ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween every day, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren't alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe. Maybe everyone else might go on thinking that people were just what you saw- the clothes, the haircits, the cars- but not me, even though it seemed the whole world kind of worked that way: a put on, only interested in the appearance of things like your class, your race, whether you were a girl or a boy, all the stuff you couldn't really change anyway. It seemed really hard to grow out of that; maybe all you could do was try your best, try not to judge people from the way they appeared to be, I guess."
Hairstyles of the Damned