Being Plain...
Ok...I realized a while back, that to be punk, is to be yourself...that not all of them dress like brit punks...which is what most of the bandwagon trendy teenies are doing.
Hardcore fans like me...old school...I don't keep up with that new shit...sometimes have a few piercings, tats, wear skater clothes and some do not.
I wear a lot of skater stuff...and whatever...but clothes aren't what makes you that. I have friends that have tattoos...multiple ones. I even knew a guy who had sleeves full.
I wonder, if I wanted one, would I regret it? Probably. I like having something to admire. But if no one is going to look at it...especially if it's in a place that is hidden...why get it? I thought about piercings...my threshold of pain is good...but not THAT good. I want more of them in my ears...and that's as far as it goes.
I talk to some people that are more different than I am. I mean, sometimes I feel out of place with that. I say I'm so with the times...why can't I look like it? Damn.
Probably getting into these office jobs is doing that. I have to WAIT until I can just wear a t-shirt and jeans or shorts to work. (A radio job.) SO...man...I just don't know what to say. I guess I'm not that different or weird after all.
Maybe in ideas and spirit...but I don't think I can be what I want to be...ideally. I mean, career is going shitty...life is going shitty and I look kinda like a republican...although they wouldn't have two holes in each ear and messy hair.
Whatever. I give up.
Hardcore fans like me...old school...I don't keep up with that new shit...sometimes have a few piercings, tats, wear skater clothes and some do not.
I wear a lot of skater stuff...and whatever...but clothes aren't what makes you that. I have friends that have tattoos...multiple ones. I even knew a guy who had sleeves full.
I wonder, if I wanted one, would I regret it? Probably. I like having something to admire. But if no one is going to look at it...especially if it's in a place that is hidden...why get it? I thought about piercings...my threshold of pain is good...but not THAT good. I want more of them in my ears...and that's as far as it goes.
I talk to some people that are more different than I am. I mean, sometimes I feel out of place with that. I say I'm so with the times...why can't I look like it? Damn.
Probably getting into these office jobs is doing that. I have to WAIT until I can just wear a t-shirt and jeans or shorts to work. (A radio job.) SO...man...I just don't know what to say. I guess I'm not that different or weird after all.
Maybe in ideas and spirit...but I don't think I can be what I want to be...ideally. I mean, career is going shitty...life is going shitty and I look kinda like a republican...although they wouldn't have two holes in each ear and messy hair.
Whatever. I give up.