Aug 14, 2008 18:30
You know why I hate juggalos?
Go to any self help seminar or lecture. They'll be there. No one forced them to be there. No one asked them to come. But there they shall be, whining at the top of their voices about how this won't help them because they don't fit society's picture of depression or some such nonsense.
Then, as some of us - aka, me - are taking notes, writing down points, asking questions, and planning to buy aloe vera, there's always the one. The one juggalo who will stand up, wave his arms, and the second he's got people's attention, make a long speech about how the Dark Carnival demands he cut himself and the speakers at the seminar are religiously insensitive.
And I just hate it, because I'm not sure whether to laugh or facepalm.
Either way, it's distracting to those of us who are attempting to FIX our flaws (instead of bragging about them) and HELP ourselves (instead of looking like tools). I don't get it. When I have a moment of depression, I seek out help, therapy, stress releasing activities, and vitamins B, C, and D.
When they have a moment of stupid, they seek out large, crowded places where no one will give a shit. I mean, really, why are they even at these things?
I feel like screaming, Some of us are trying to be better people over here, so could you go worship a rap band somewhere else, kthx? But I never do. After all, that would deny me the fun of watching them be hauled out by security.
And fun, it certainly is.