No one likes emo kids. Be honest, they suck, and before you defend it, they also think they suck, because if they didn't then why would they be emo. I'm all for expressing one's self but usually, when you express yourself it adds something to society. Even appearing emo guarantee's people judging you right away as a pussy. Wearing black does not make someone emo, by the way. Black is a cool color and they seem to have reclaimed it from us.
Hell, while goth people aren't exactly my favorite people to be around at least they aren't pussies. The sad part is, I think the emo style is actually quite cool looking (well...some, not all), if only it wasn't for their personalities. Any guy who wears skinny jeans, you might as well castrate yourself. Any girl who wears skinny jeans...ok you got me there, but my point still stands that emo people are annoying.
Unfortunately emo kids have totally ruined actual emotion so much that when you actually reach sadness, people tell you to stop being emo. It's almost impossible to be sad now, thanks to this subculture. They also all think they same thing about everything, it has such a clique mentality behind it. As soon as band gets somewhat popular, oh shit, they sold out. It's like as soon as the 100th person discovers them, their old news now. This is not proper underground appreciation. Just because something goes mainstream or becomes popular doesn't destroy art as we know it. The thing that made us fall in love with it in the first place is still there, we just don't like the fact that the art wanted to seen or heard by more people than just us. After all, it's not like a monogamous relationship between two people. However, I still understand how it feels sometimes when something gets popular and all of the sudden I'm less attached to it, so that even sounds hypocritical on my part, but I acknowledge it and don't quite understand why I feel this way sometimes. But I digress, my point is that as soon as you post a sad or seemingly sad entry, you've been regarded as emo...and I truly hate that word.
A couple of weeks ago, I posted about romance, and despite my explanations, it seems like people ignored that happy ending I put and seem to think that I am totally alone...at least those of you who sent me Facebook messages because you wouldn't post in the comments.
Ok, I'm about to go on a tangent again about something completely unrelated so bare with me here. Please, post comments on the blog when you want to talk to me about a blog post. It keeps me sane. Don't send me Facebook messages, or fill the e-mail inbox of my podcast with those kinds of questions. Now, back to our main story.
Yes, I am single, and have been for a long time now, but it honestly doesn't bother me as it did a few months back. I'm in school, incredibly busy with the blog...sort of...and the podcast...again, sort of...but it's mostly school that's keeping me busy. While I would still like to have a relationship...like say, now...I'm not exactly as desperate as some people like to think I am. Yes, I do obsess and complain in real life about that stuff with my friends, but it's usually in a joking manner, with a huge smile on my face. Let's face facts, as much as I pretend to be older, and even more mature and sophisticated sometimes, I'm only 21. I've got a long road of mistakes ahead of me, and I'm in no hurry to make them.
That blog post came out just simple boredom and need for an entry. I thought it was cool, and something to diversify the blog a bit, after all, this isn't a tech blog, it's just a writing blog. A place to store my thoughts in general, and not really detailed status of my well-being or emotion. You probably won't find that on the internet, you'll get that from actually talking to me.
I'm glad that I did get a somewhat large response from that, even if there are no comments...and I know all of you...but I'm glad some of you decided to share your thoughts, and even check to see if I was cutting myself (I wasn't, but thanks...I guess).
Ok...sorry, I'm about to go a random thought again. I've just noticed that used the ellipsis...about 14...15 times in this post, and they're probably...going to...become...more...frequent. In all seriousness, ADD had taken hold and I needed to type that.
My point in that post was to really point out how stupid love is...and how many stupid things we'll do to achieve it. Yet, in the end, it's worth it. I mean, seriously, do I have to be funny or playful at all times with my writing before I type something serious into the computer?
Something I think I was also trying to get out, but I personally think I failed at conveying, was a rant towards myself. Too many times I have looked at a woman and fallen miserably in love. No, I don't just lust after a woman, I find that to be barbaric and somewhat below me to solely want a woman for her body (However, that doesn't hurt her chances of me...probably never talking to her because of that) but I truly do like someone with a good head on their shoulders. Willing to explore the things I like for the first time and keeping an open mind about it, while I try my best to do the same (sadly, I'm pretty closed minded but I honestly try) and simply being able to hold a conversation on one subject for a lengthy period of time.
I can think of 3 people in my audience who reads these, have actually met the "requirements" (and I use the term loosely...also because I can't think of another term) in the last two sentences of the above paragraph and I can guarantee that I have either had a crush on them or asked them out (to save them the embarrassment, I won't say who they are) and yet now I moved on and just see them as friends. How does that happen? I mean really think about that. Essentially, the person hasn't changed but I have because of something I did of my own accord. How can I fall out of love so easily? Am I alone here? I'm starting to think that I'm the only guy who gives this any thought...and also, I'm starting to think my brains are way bigger than my balls (I went a really long time writing this blog without a dick joke, spare me.).
Ok, so what the fuck am I getting at? Well, first, thanks for not clicking away during all this nonsense, because I actually do have a point. My point is, make sure you understand someone's message before you confront or try to comfort the person, because then you just start making an ass out of yourself...and you probably make the person who sent the message look bad too.
I'll end this on a happy note, instead of a scolding. There is someone out there that I'm looking at, and unlike...well...I don't want to give too much away. I know she isn't reading this, and I'm also afraid of the people who know who I'm talking about posting something in the comments about it. So I'll be brief. I truly like this person and it seems odd how we met, and odd how our potential friendship/(hopefully)relationship is going to develop. Yet, I'm still optimistic about it, despite of all the potential things in my life that could get in the way. No matter what happens, I'll be hanging in there...and typing up stupid blog entries for your entertainment.
(Also, count how many times I used parenthesis in this post. I'm telling you, counting is fun!)
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