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This weekend has had fantastic weather, non? Blazing sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. People with families in parks, kids indoors playing video games instead of catching sticklebacks in the river (that’s a whole other topic though), and many lovely women wearing very short skirts and enjoying themselves.
So there I am driving over the Chelmsford to enjoy a late afternoon/evening barbeque, it’s 5pm and the day is settling down into one of those warm summer evenings you never want to end. You know the ones, where you sit with friends and revel in being alive, swap stories and tales of absent friends, reminisce about how it was like this when you were a kid – except you’d be out playing footie or jumping in the rivers.
And what do I see on my drive on this balmy, sun-slowly-sinking evening?
Some Goth yomping down the road wearing his ankle-length leather jacket, motorcycle boots, wraparound shades and gloves.
WHY?
You are *not* in The Matrix, because it is a film. You are not cool because you can swelter in the burning sun.
Nobody passes you and thinks “Wow, he’s cool! I bet he knows kung-fu and can bend the very fabric of existence”
Nobody secretely wants to be you, nobody stands in awe as you thud pass with your perma-scowl that reeks of loneliness and too many nights on AOL trying to find continuity errors in The Crow for the umpteenth time.
People pass you and snigger, they shake their heads and think “You tool”
But you’re different right? They just don’t get it do they?
They’re all the same – sheep aren’t they? Look at them with their t-shirts and shorts, out with mates. You’d never be so clichéd, you understand life so much deeper than everyone else don’t’ you?
Yeah I know, you are privy to some inner secrets of life that we aren’t simply because you don’t conform, maaan.
You’d never wear a suit, they’re for losers. You’ll never have the family, kids, car, savings and mortgage right? You’ll be an outlaw, forever on the edges of society but that’s fine because they’re all just so, like, stupid aren’t they?
Except you are the same. Not the same as me, but the same as all the other little “outcasts”. You’re an individual, you’d never look like “them”.
Except you look like every other angry, frustrated little teen searching for an identity. You all wear black, you all wear leather coats because you think it makes you cool.
You’re no different to “them”, same groups just a different uniform.
Deal with it.
Realise that you will grow up and out of your Neo-phase, realise that one day you will look back and laugh at pics of you so desperately trying to shock and scare “them”, because god forbid they might discover that you’re just as insecure and unhappy as everyone else.
So instead you choose to appear “different” and “individual”, little realising that there are thousands and thousands of people that look just like you.
What you don’t understand is that nothing you do, nothing you think or say is original. It’s all been done before by someone else. And done better. The only thing you can do that’s original is be yourself, yet you think by adopting the uniform of black clothing and pretending to be oh-so-cynical, that people will think you have such a better grip on this world than they do.
Well you don’t.
Nobody does.
The only way to be original is to be yourself. Want to be non-conformist? Listen to rock music and wear a shirt.
That is non-conformist.
Listen to Goth music and refuse to don the disguise.
That is non-conformist.
Be a skateboarder but don’t wear baggy jeans and a massive key-chain.
That is non-conformist.
Realise that you can do something, but choosing not to is a cop-out. “Yeah, like, we were gonna go but we thought ‘why bother?’, so we, like, stayed in”
Wow, you sound so cool. I want to be your friend and together we can ferment in apathy.
But you see, by me telling you to be non-conformist, should you do that? You’ve just conformed to what I said.
Hell, don’t listen to me. I’m just another armchair novelist, with that great unfinished book inside me that I know would set the world alight if only I had the time to write it.
Right?
Not you though,you’re different.
So there I am driving over the Chelmsford to enjoy a late afternoon/evening barbeque, it’s 5pm and the day is settling down into one of those warm summer evenings you never want to end. You know the ones, where you sit with friends and revel in being alive, swap stories and tales of absent friends, reminisce about how it was like this when you were a kid – except you’d be out playing footie or jumping in the rivers.
And what do I see on my drive on this balmy, sun-slowly-sinking evening?
Some Goth yomping down the road wearing his ankle-length leather jacket, motorcycle boots, wraparound shades and gloves.
WHY?
You are *not* in The Matrix, because it is a film. You are not cool because you can swelter in the burning sun.
Nobody passes you and thinks “Wow, he’s cool! I bet he knows kung-fu and can bend the very fabric of existence”
Nobody secretely wants to be you, nobody stands in awe as you thud pass with your perma-scowl that reeks of loneliness and too many nights on AOL trying to find continuity errors in The Crow for the umpteenth time.
People pass you and snigger, they shake their heads and think “You tool”
But you’re different right? They just don’t get it do they?
They’re all the same – sheep aren’t they? Look at them with their t-shirts and shorts, out with mates. You’d never be so clichéd, you understand life so much deeper than everyone else don’t’ you?
Yeah I know, you are privy to some inner secrets of life that we aren’t simply because you don’t conform, maaan.
You’d never wear a suit, they’re for losers. You’ll never have the family, kids, car, savings and mortgage right? You’ll be an outlaw, forever on the edges of society but that’s fine because they’re all just so, like, stupid aren’t they?
Except you are the same. Not the same as me, but the same as all the other little “outcasts”. You’re an individual, you’d never look like “them”.
Except you look like every other angry, frustrated little teen searching for an identity. You all wear black, you all wear leather coats because you think it makes you cool.
You’re no different to “them”, same groups just a different uniform.
Deal with it.
Realise that you will grow up and out of your Neo-phase, realise that one day you will look back and laugh at pics of you so desperately trying to shock and scare “them”, because god forbid they might discover that you’re just as insecure and unhappy as everyone else.
So instead you choose to appear “different” and “individual”, little realising that there are thousands and thousands of people that look just like you.
What you don’t understand is that nothing you do, nothing you think or say is original. It’s all been done before by someone else. And done better. The only thing you can do that’s original is be yourself, yet you think by adopting the uniform of black clothing and pretending to be oh-so-cynical, that people will think you have such a better grip on this world than they do.
Well you don’t.
Nobody does.
The only way to be original is to be yourself. Want to be non-conformist? Listen to rock music and wear a shirt.
That is non-conformist.
Listen to Goth music and refuse to don the disguise.
That is non-conformist.
Be a skateboarder but don’t wear baggy jeans and a massive key-chain.
That is non-conformist.
Realise that you can do something, but choosing not to is a cop-out. “Yeah, like, we were gonna go but we thought ‘why bother?’, so we, like, stayed in”
Wow, you sound so cool. I want to be your friend and together we can ferment in apathy.
But you see, by me telling you to be non-conformist, should you do that? You’ve just conformed to what I said.
Hell, don’t listen to me. I’m just another armchair novelist, with that great unfinished book inside me that I know would set the world alight if only I had the time to write it.
Right?
Not you though,you’re different.
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S'alright, I'm still reading "I wear tight wool or t-shirts"
Ggggnnnnggggg
Ggggnnnnggggg
Its amazing the amount of times I've been told that I'm not a proper Metal fan because I don't dress right. I wear normal clothes, jeans and tight wool or t-shirt tops usually, and my hair isn't black (anymore). I thought it was about the music, and I thought Metal was about not having to conform to anyones expectations. Aparently not.
Sorry to hijack your topic Goatboy, seems you hit a nerve there.
Sorry to hijack your topic Goatboy, seems you hit a nerve there.
That's a good point, hadn't thought of it like that.
I guess I just dont understand why people feel the need to align themselves to a particular tribe in order to fit in.
I guess I just dont understand why people feel the need to align themselves to a particular tribe in order to fit in.
You gotta laugh at the goth moping along the road in his black demon clothes in the blazing sun....
"The only way to be original is to be yourself."
Intersting concept: "being yourself".... I take the view that everybody is always being themselves at each stage of their existence. Whether that means they are part of a herd mentality or not.
I'd say this goth IS being himself. Yeah he'll no doubt grow out of it, and then he'll be someone different, still being himself. Everyone is influenced by those around them no matter what age they are.
"The only way to be original is to be yourself."
Intersting concept: "being yourself".... I take the view that everybody is always being themselves at each stage of their existence. Whether that means they are part of a herd mentality or not.
I'd say this goth IS being himself. Yeah he'll no doubt grow out of it, and then he'll be someone different, still being himself. Everyone is influenced by those around them no matter what age they are.
People who deliberately dress to put out an "image" they possess are devoid of any individual thought and, more often than not, are socially inept fools who try to kid themselves into believing they are more than the sum of their parts.
I see these people in the town centre when I pop out to go shopping - kids wearing baggy jeans, black baggy tops with pierced eyelids/nose/tongue (delete as applicable). Do any of the so called skateboarders zoom up a bench and pull off a subtle trick or two? Do any of them try to spin on their 'board and perform a wondrous feat that even Hawks would be proud of? No. I don't even see them utilising the very object that is suppossed to set them apart from all the "common conforming automatons".
They walk around trying to maintain some type of ludicrous image. You know what I say to these bunch of cretinous micreants?
"Get a job, you stupid morons."
I see these people in the town centre when I pop out to go shopping - kids wearing baggy jeans, black baggy tops with pierced eyelids/nose/tongue (delete as applicable). Do any of the so called skateboarders zoom up a bench and pull off a subtle trick or two? Do any of them try to spin on their 'board and perform a wondrous feat that even Hawks would be proud of? No. I don't even see them utilising the very object that is suppossed to set them apart from all the "common conforming automatons".
They walk around trying to maintain some type of ludicrous image. You know what I say to these bunch of cretinous micreants?
"Get a job, you stupid morons."
Mr Pínk wrote:
> wearin a cap is a good idea...unless you have it at an angle to steep
> for it to shade your eyes.
Or have the cap on completely the wrong side of your head.
> wearin a cap is a good idea...unless you have it at an angle to steep
> for it to shade your eyes.
Or have the cap on completely the wrong side of your head.
I agree that being a "Goth" doesnt make yo individual, but in some cases they do look slightly different, whereas at the other end of the chain are the people who wear nothing but designer (Ussually white) clothes, them, i cannot tell apart. And also, yes wearin a cap is a good idea...unless you have it at an angle to steep for it to shade your eyes. I agree with the whole "Be yourself, not someone else" thing.
Ignore the poor quality spelling error
Intriguing stuff.
And I understand where you are coming from. Being a "goth" does'nt make anyone indivudual - they all look the same to me.
People should just think and be themselves for once.
And I understand where you are coming from. Being a "goth" does'nt make anyone indivudual - they all look the same to me.
People should just think and be themselves for once.
This weekend has had fantastic weather, non? Blazing sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. People with families in parks, kids indoors playing video games instead of catching sticklebacks in the river (that’s a whole other topic though), and many lovely women wearing very short skirts and enjoying themselves.
So there I am driving over the Chelmsford to enjoy a late afternoon/evening barbeque, it’s 5pm and the day is settling down into one of those warm summer evenings you never want to end. You know the ones, where you sit with friends and revel in being alive, swap stories and tales of absent friends, reminisce about how it was like this when you were a kid – except you’d be out playing footie or jumping in the rivers.
And what do I see on my drive on this balmy, sun-slowly-sinking evening?
Some Goth yomping down the road wearing his ankle-length leather jacket, motorcycle boots, wraparound shades and gloves.
WHY?
You are *not* in The Matrix, because it is a film. You are not cool because you can swelter in the burning sun.
Nobody passes you and thinks “Wow, he’s cool! I bet he knows kung-fu and can bend the very fabric of existence”
Nobody secretely wants to be you, nobody stands in awe as you thud pass with your perma-scowl that reeks of loneliness and too many nights on AOL trying to find continuity errors in The Crow for the umpteenth time.
People pass you and snigger, they shake their heads and think “You tool”
But you’re different right? They just don’t get it do they?
They’re all the same – sheep aren’t they? Look at them with their t-shirts and shorts, out with mates. You’d never be so clichéd, you understand life so much deeper than everyone else don’t’ you?
Yeah I know, you are privy to some inner secrets of life that we aren’t simply because you don’t conform, maaan.
You’d never wear a suit, they’re for losers. You’ll never have the family, kids, car, savings and mortgage right? You’ll be an outlaw, forever on the edges of society but that’s fine because they’re all just so, like, stupid aren’t they?
Except you are the same. Not the same as me, but the same as all the other little “outcasts”. You’re an individual, you’d never look like “them”.
Except you look like every other angry, frustrated little teen searching for an identity. You all wear black, you all wear leather coats because you think it makes you cool.
You’re no different to “them”, same groups just a different uniform.
Deal with it.
Realise that you will grow up and out of your Neo-phase, realise that one day you will look back and laugh at pics of you so desperately trying to shock and scare “them”, because god forbid they might discover that you’re just as insecure and unhappy as everyone else.
So instead you choose to appear “different” and “individual”, little realising that there are thousands and thousands of people that look just like you.
What you don’t understand is that nothing you do, nothing you think or say is original. It’s all been done before by someone else. And done better. The only thing you can do that’s original is be yourself, yet you think by adopting the uniform of black clothing and pretending to be oh-so-cynical, that people will think you have such a better grip on this world than they do.
Well you don’t.
Nobody does.
The only way to be original is to be yourself. Want to be non-conformist? Listen to rock music and wear a shirt.
That is non-conformist.
Listen to Goth music and refuse to don the disguise.
That is non-conformist.
Be a skateboarder but don’t wear baggy jeans and a massive key-chain.
That is non-conformist.
Realise that you can do something, but choosing not to is a cop-out. “Yeah, like, we were gonna go but we thought ‘why bother?’, so we, like, stayed in”
Wow, you sound so cool. I want to be your friend and together we can ferment in apathy.
But you see, by me telling you to be non-conformist, should you do that? You’ve just conformed to what I said.
Hell, don’t listen to me. I’m just another armchair novelist, with that great unfinished book inside me that I know would set the world alight if only I had the time to write it.
Right?
Not you though,you’re different.
So there I am driving over the Chelmsford to enjoy a late afternoon/evening barbeque, it’s 5pm and the day is settling down into one of those warm summer evenings you never want to end. You know the ones, where you sit with friends and revel in being alive, swap stories and tales of absent friends, reminisce about how it was like this when you were a kid – except you’d be out playing footie or jumping in the rivers.
And what do I see on my drive on this balmy, sun-slowly-sinking evening?
Some Goth yomping down the road wearing his ankle-length leather jacket, motorcycle boots, wraparound shades and gloves.
WHY?
You are *not* in The Matrix, because it is a film. You are not cool because you can swelter in the burning sun.
Nobody passes you and thinks “Wow, he’s cool! I bet he knows kung-fu and can bend the very fabric of existence”
Nobody secretely wants to be you, nobody stands in awe as you thud pass with your perma-scowl that reeks of loneliness and too many nights on AOL trying to find continuity errors in The Crow for the umpteenth time.
People pass you and snigger, they shake their heads and think “You tool”
But you’re different right? They just don’t get it do they?
They’re all the same – sheep aren’t they? Look at them with their t-shirts and shorts, out with mates. You’d never be so clichéd, you understand life so much deeper than everyone else don’t’ you?
Yeah I know, you are privy to some inner secrets of life that we aren’t simply because you don’t conform, maaan.
You’d never wear a suit, they’re for losers. You’ll never have the family, kids, car, savings and mortgage right? You’ll be an outlaw, forever on the edges of society but that’s fine because they’re all just so, like, stupid aren’t they?
Except you are the same. Not the same as me, but the same as all the other little “outcasts”. You’re an individual, you’d never look like “them”.
Except you look like every other angry, frustrated little teen searching for an identity. You all wear black, you all wear leather coats because you think it makes you cool.
You’re no different to “them”, same groups just a different uniform.
Deal with it.
Realise that you will grow up and out of your Neo-phase, realise that one day you will look back and laugh at pics of you so desperately trying to shock and scare “them”, because god forbid they might discover that you’re just as insecure and unhappy as everyone else.
So instead you choose to appear “different” and “individual”, little realising that there are thousands and thousands of people that look just like you.
What you don’t understand is that nothing you do, nothing you think or say is original. It’s all been done before by someone else. And done better. The only thing you can do that’s original is be yourself, yet you think by adopting the uniform of black clothing and pretending to be oh-so-cynical, that people will think you have such a better grip on this world than they do.
Well you don’t.
Nobody does.
The only way to be original is to be yourself. Want to be non-conformist? Listen to rock music and wear a shirt.
That is non-conformist.
Listen to Goth music and refuse to don the disguise.
That is non-conformist.
Be a skateboarder but don’t wear baggy jeans and a massive key-chain.
That is non-conformist.
Realise that you can do something, but choosing not to is a cop-out. “Yeah, like, we were gonna go but we thought ‘why bother?’, so we, like, stayed in”
Wow, you sound so cool. I want to be your friend and together we can ferment in apathy.
But you see, by me telling you to be non-conformist, should you do that? You’ve just conformed to what I said.
Hell, don’t listen to me. I’m just another armchair novelist, with that great unfinished book inside me that I know would set the world alight if only I had the time to write it.
Right?
Not you though,you’re different.
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