I could.
Bleach my hair out, wear too much eyeliner, wear skinny jeans and decry all things "ordinary".
I could.
Be petty and mean and fake and pretend flawlessness and put everyone down who doesn't meet my exacting standards of thinking just like me.
I could.
Follow all the other lemmings off the bridge, place more stock in appearance than fibre, go on a diet and weigh exactly one hundred and nine pounds, and then complain about how fat I am.
I could.
Stand by and watch, listen, speak only when spoken to, or about.
I won't.
I'm sick of this shit, how old are we?
And I would love to say this is just about me, that I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself because I want something from someone, because I feel gypped. I do as well, but at the moment I'm more concerned with who else this affects. Really, girl, grow up.
1 comment:
The awful thing about non-conformity is that it's no longer non-conformist. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone is on-the-ball enough to recognize counter-counter culture when they see it.
"gypped" is an unfortunate word, mostly because while it is derogatory towards the Romany people (although I don't think people KNOW this when they use it, by and large, so it's not like they're being intentionally insensitive...), it sounds really good, certainly better than "short-changed" or "ripped off".
finally, hooray for updating!
Cheers!
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