Emos in the mist
I have lived amongst them for a year, studied their habits and fashion, and today, I am one of them. I am emo. Dark clothing is my friend (as is black hair dye, eyeliner, nail polish, and of course acessories made of black leather and metal spikes), safety pins are essential as my shirt has been ripped apart and pinned back together again, Jack Skellington is my role model, My Chemical Romance are like, totally amazing, and all I want to do is go home and write depressing poetry and cut myself, but only a little, because I'm afraid of blood. While being at work is painful indeed and makes me want to cry (which I will not do for fear of messing up my excessive black eyeliner), I do have a razor blade tucked away in my armband just in case I should feel the need to end it all.
I've already had a bunch of people tell me that A) pink and black hair suits me, and B) I look just like all the kids in the teen area. Uh, that's sort of the point, is it not? What better Halloween costume than to dress like one of the kids I am forced to spend my days with? While I was tempted to wear a hooded sweatshirt that says "Fuck off" on the back and see if a security guard would try to kick me out, I opted instead to turn "emo" into a verb and put "Emo This" in duct tape on my ass.
My Halloween morning started with a bit of slasher flick, because some idiot slashed 3 of the 4 teen computer screens last night, along with some of the comfy shairs we just had recovered a couple weeks ago. I'd like to do a little slashing of my own, and slash the jackass that decided to do that, because now the tech guys are considering taking out all of my computers in the teen area. That's just spanktastic, because No Nexopia=Death, when you are a teenager, so they either won't come here at all anymore, or will just be bored shitless and will find new things to wreck.
I also had a teen who wondered if he was maybe becoming a vampire, due to his bizarrely-shaped and coloured vomit of the day before, until he told me about being stabbed by a pencil and I suggested he may have lead poisoning and should possibly consult a doctor about that, or yes, he may become a vampire or at the very least have blood poisoning.
Happy Fucking Halloween!
4 Comments:
oh Jen. You are so strange
8:01 p.m.
I'm strange? What about the damn kids?! I think I'm positively normal compared to them ...
12:45 p.m.
Strange?? No...Jenny is one of the normal ones, actually. That's why she's one of my favourite people!
1:53 p.m.
strange in a good, normal, and healthy way. did anyone understand your mocking of them?
12:31 p.m.
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