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I've come to notice lately, that you really cannot do anything without being judged anymore... Like, really. I mean, this may already be fairly obvious and pointless to write out, but it's really discouraging.
No one can get anything, do anything, wear anything, or ANYTHING without being categorized or criticized. Shit, man.
I'd be a liar if I said I didn't categorize people, but just realizing it bums me out.
If you go shopping in a thriftstore, you're some hippie wannabe.
If you wear makeup, you're a whore.
If you sit on a park bench alone, you're a loner.
If you read a book on a style of music, you're a poser.
If you get a short haircut, you're a lesbian.
If you hate sports, you're a fat, lazy bastard.
If you wear sweatpants one day, you're a slob.
If you write poems, you're a tool.
If you write stories and you're not known, you're a hack.
If you play sports, you're a jock.
If you wear all black, you're emo.
If you don't go out for a few days, you have no friends.
If you wear a band tshirt, you only listen to that band.
If you wear a dress, you're a girly girl.
You get it.
I'm frustrated with the world.