You're sooooooo cool
You're more
punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your hair
is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You
have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more
obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your
t-shirt. You own more black clothes than me. I don't even
own a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than
mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in
bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters
everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your MySpace
profile is wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your
tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are
double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what
really matters. In a scene where music has taken a backseat to
the haircuts, you win and I lose.
What does that say? This isn't retorical... tell me.
Sometimes I feel driven to do the things in this list so I can be counted as cool. It's a real bummer when people have to inform you of how below them you really are. The names of most of the bands I like have been on the bilboard charts at one point or another... but does that make me a sheep? Yesterday, I had my first performance for juggling club then Tom and I went to a couple festivals downtown and put out the proverbial hat. While I was in front of people and while they were watching me, everything was knocked down. Barriers of status, race, sex, orientation, age and background all vanished. I realized that it was just me working the crowd. Nobody cared how popular (or un-popular) I was, all that mattered was the interaction we were having. I felt like I opened up my chest and showed people what was inside for me. They took a look and stopped to stare for a bit. Before I went to practice that night, I stopped by Tom's dorm and had dinner with him. I sat and talked with him, Rosaline and Pilar. I didn't think I was doing anything particularly interesting, but in retrospect, I realized I was entertaining them still. I went home to sleep, cause I was beat and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I kept thinking something major just happened. A day later and I figured out what it was... I realized my true worth. I can truley say I don't care about being the most popular person to anyone. If someone takes a second and figures out what I am and what I can do to make their lives better, they'll be sitting on a goldmine. I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I think it's important.
Yes I have a pin jacket, I shop at Hot Topic, I listen to emo/hardcore/metalcore and whatever else and I have dyed my hair black. I was still me the whole time.
What does that say? This isn't retorical... tell me.
Sometimes I feel driven to do the things in this list so I can be counted as cool. It's a real bummer when people have to inform you of how below them you really are. The names of most of the bands I like have been on the bilboard charts at one point or another... but does that make me a sheep? Yesterday, I had my first performance for juggling club then Tom and I went to a couple festivals downtown and put out the proverbial hat. While I was in front of people and while they were watching me, everything was knocked down. Barriers of status, race, sex, orientation, age and background all vanished. I realized that it was just me working the crowd. Nobody cared how popular (or un-popular) I was, all that mattered was the interaction we were having. I felt like I opened up my chest and showed people what was inside for me. They took a look and stopped to stare for a bit. Before I went to practice that night, I stopped by Tom's dorm and had dinner with him. I sat and talked with him, Rosaline and Pilar. I didn't think I was doing anything particularly interesting, but in retrospect, I realized I was entertaining them still. I went home to sleep, cause I was beat and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I kept thinking something major just happened. A day later and I figured out what it was... I realized my true worth. I can truley say I don't care about being the most popular person to anyone. If someone takes a second and figures out what I am and what I can do to make their lives better, they'll be sitting on a goldmine. I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I think it's important.
Yes I have a pin jacket, I shop at Hot Topic, I listen to emo/hardcore/metalcore and whatever else and I have dyed my hair black. I was still me the whole time.