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It's been a good summer.
Note: Don't look for spelling/ grammar errors. Life is short and I wrote this in a heated moment. But, if I can't stop you all I can say is add them each onto my list of failures and inadequicies and I'll kill myself later.
When did becoming anti-scene become soo….well….anti-scene? We always want to seem to rebel, just because it’s something different. Something that might stimulate us for a few seconds and let us know we’re living for a reason. But at what point does rebelling become just….overrated? I mean, what are you fighting for? How does sticking safety pins through your ears give you a better life than sticking the diamond earrings your dad gave you through them? What sense of purpose does having no purpose at all give us? Case in point: Vans Warped Tour, annual home to every lost child that ever needed more attention than they deserved. If I’m being perfectly honest to myself, I went one year. You see all sorts of people. Girls with fake pot plants pasted to their tits, kids with hardcore Mohawks and mullets and faux hauks, bros, bro hoes, average kids with nothing to prove, average kids with everything to prove, and everyone in the middle. They all gather together under extreme heat to listen to the bands that they fork over billions of dollars to every year, most of which goes straight to the corporate labels the bands themselves sing about despising. It’s a show. Just a show. Everything about everything is just a fucking show. They buy some merch, snap some shots, and sit in traffic all the way home, comparing sunburns and empty pockets. All of them. The next day, 30,000 people wake up the next morning with the same fucking Atreyu shirt and wear it to their same fucking schools just to prove they went somewhere. They want everyone to know that they have a life. That they matter. That they exist. It’s just a show. Everything about everything is just a fucking show.
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I love them