Some of us walk in the light places of the world where sunshine bathes the faces of the pure-hearted and serene. Some of us, however, walk in a darker place of shadow, self-doubt, and seething disdain. It is not easy for those of us slipping through the dark places of society. We wear our cool skull tees, dye our hair, pierce our skin, and ink our flesh. It makes us as different on the outside as we feel on the inside.
Most people wouldn't dream of having me over for dinner. They don't see me as "respectable" enough to break bread with them. That doesn't mean I would really want to eat dinner with any of those people either, but it would be nice to be asked. Of course, the mental image of someone like me wearing hardcore shirts and my spiked dog collar while having a conversation about Republican politics makes me laugh.
If you don't want someone like me over for supper, you definitely don't want to seem me at your front door to pick up your daughter for a night out on the town. It doesn't matter if I have a higher-than-normal IQ and will breeze through college like I did High School. You see me as a sickness your kid could catch, and you wouldn't be wrong. My ideas are as contagious as any viral infection.
Just because people like me look unbalanced and sad doesn't mean you're any more well adjusted than we are. We use the way we look and dress as a form of medication that keeps us quarantined from the rest of you. What you don't understand is that we see the way normal people live as the real disease. You see our hardcore tees and piercing as weird, but we think your voluntary slavish lifestyle to commercialism as even weirder.
Some people will tell you that all we are is a fashion trend, but they would be wrong. Our world has existed all the way back when people were burnt alive for looking like we do and acting like we act. We're not a fashion trend. We are a living embodiment of an active decision to live differently. It is more than just makeup and dark clothes. It is an ideal we must strive to live toward every day.
Most people wouldn't dream of having me over for dinner. They don't see me as "respectable" enough to break bread with them. That doesn't mean I would really want to eat dinner with any of those people either, but it would be nice to be asked. Of course, the mental image of someone like me wearing hardcore shirts and my spiked dog collar while having a conversation about Republican politics makes me laugh.
If you don't want someone like me over for supper, you definitely don't want to seem me at your front door to pick up your daughter for a night out on the town. It doesn't matter if I have a higher-than-normal IQ and will breeze through college like I did High School. You see me as a sickness your kid could catch, and you wouldn't be wrong. My ideas are as contagious as any viral infection.
Just because people like me look unbalanced and sad doesn't mean you're any more well adjusted than we are. We use the way we look and dress as a form of medication that keeps us quarantined from the rest of you. What you don't understand is that we see the way normal people live as the real disease. You see our hardcore tees and piercing as weird, but we think your voluntary slavish lifestyle to commercialism as even weirder.
Some people will tell you that all we are is a fashion trend, but they would be wrong. Our world has existed all the way back when people were burnt alive for looking like we do and acting like we act. We're not a fashion trend. We are a living embodiment of an active decision to live differently. It is more than just makeup and dark clothes. It is an ideal we must strive to live toward every day.
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