ralphie
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has anyone else noticed that more and more people are draping themselves in black.
a few sweat bands and a skateboard, and you're a punk rocker?
I look at all the people flooding my chattanooga streets, and I wonder how many of them can actually play a rock instrument or listen to real rock music and not chingy, and "fiddy" cent, the ones considered talented because they can talk fast.
I started to wonder when so many peircing and tattoo places opened around here, until I realized they were all peircing themselves too.
However, I took it upon myself to approach one of them yesterday, while perousing downtown, as my mother shopped for excessive amounts of clothing for my siblings, namely my sister.
So I walk up to one of them, already in my afternoon attire.
Including a pair of bondage pants, a black shirt w/ a fishnet black shirt over it, arm-sox [hehe], and my boots, that are awesome.
OH YAH, and an inverted cross, which I rarely wear. my mommy doesn't like it, but she was being nice to me yesterday...
anyways... so I greeted the stranger with a certain "salutations"
and the look on their face told me they just about wet themselves.
See, the person I had chosen was older than me. 19, maybe? I'm not sure, but he was older. And dressed weird. Very cliché. A vintage t-shirt and "pre-worn" jeans, complete with the proper accesories. I commend the man on knowing how to compliment his wear.
So the minute he saw me, he started to back away, muttering things under his breath. I didn't hear everything, but he made a point of raising his voice to say such words as "goth. freak. satanist."
I replied with a simple "okay... satanist. no cool. that's not what being goth is about... it's about"--
and here, I quote my favorite quote. "Goth is the ability to find the art where art seems to be lacking; to find the light in the darkness and embrace it for all its worth..."
He just looks at me and goes "okay, that was weird."
... now I ask you, had he not begged for it?
I asked him if he too was not wearing attire to embrace this, and he replied "no. I'm punk. not goth"
... what?
so anyways... I've come to the conclusion that the world is crawling with poseurs who need to be shot in the face. any takers?
a few sweat bands and a skateboard, and you're a punk rocker?
I look at all the people flooding my chattanooga streets, and I wonder how many of them can actually play a rock instrument or listen to real rock music and not chingy, and "fiddy" cent, the ones considered talented because they can talk fast.
I started to wonder when so many peircing and tattoo places opened around here, until I realized they were all peircing themselves too.
However, I took it upon myself to approach one of them yesterday, while perousing downtown, as my mother shopped for excessive amounts of clothing for my siblings, namely my sister.
So I walk up to one of them, already in my afternoon attire.
Including a pair of bondage pants, a black shirt w/ a fishnet black shirt over it, arm-sox [hehe], and my boots, that are awesome.
OH YAH, and an inverted cross, which I rarely wear. my mommy doesn't like it, but she was being nice to me yesterday...
anyways... so I greeted the stranger with a certain "salutations"
and the look on their face told me they just about wet themselves.
See, the person I had chosen was older than me. 19, maybe? I'm not sure, but he was older. And dressed weird. Very cliché. A vintage t-shirt and "pre-worn" jeans, complete with the proper accesories. I commend the man on knowing how to compliment his wear.
So the minute he saw me, he started to back away, muttering things under his breath. I didn't hear everything, but he made a point of raising his voice to say such words as "goth. freak. satanist."
I replied with a simple "okay... satanist. no cool. that's not what being goth is about... it's about"--
and here, I quote my favorite quote. "Goth is the ability to find the art where art seems to be lacking; to find the light in the darkness and embrace it for all its worth..."
He just looks at me and goes "okay, that was weird."
... now I ask you, had he not begged for it?
I asked him if he too was not wearing attire to embrace this, and he replied "no. I'm punk. not goth"
... what?
so anyways... I've come to the conclusion that the world is crawling with poseurs who need to be shot in the face. any takers?
very true
