quit yer cryin'

for a time, it seemed as if everyone had no heart. feelings were brushed aside and people didn't care. it was the cool thing to do. just go around acting like you don't give 2 shits about someone, and it was normal. hell, people enjoyed it. be tough, suck it up, stop crying.

these aren't those times

things have changed. it's been like this for a while now, but it just never seemed this prevalent. no longer are you seeing as many people being rowdy and rough, but softly spoken and emotional. EMO. ok, taken, i'm only speaking of a small percentage here, but when it's something that stands out as much as it does, it lends itself to criticism.

maybe i'm wrong, and maybe it's because i'm looking in all the right places, but since when was it ok to be the biggest sap everyone knows? everyone knew that one person, you know, the guy who was always down in the dumps, luck never looking his way, spirit permanently crushed. we all knew this guy. he genuinely hurt, and it was painful to watch.

and in the advent of these emo posers, everyone is quick to slit their wrists and cry about anything and everything. there's a clear cut difference between feeling true pain and just being overtly extroverted about your sorrows, a difference between being under torturous conditions and merely claiming so.

the truth is you could slit my throat
and with my one last gasping breath
i'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt
_taking back sunday

i'm sorry, but this is what i'm talking about, the overarching of this nonexistent pain. and again, i'm probably wrong, but when today's youth are all moping around moaning and bitching about the lack of attention they receive from their peers is really all getting to me.

why?

cause i'm the definition of emo, only not. you cannot call yourself gothic because you paint your face white and wear eyeliner and black clothes. that doesn't cut it. you can't call yourself emo because you take bad pictures of yourself looking like you're about to burst into tears because your mom didn't get you a frappacino. it's the same idea, and i proclaim myself emo because i feel emotions on a level that isn't common within my peer group. so i don't cry every time i see a commercial about starving ethiopians, but i feel genuine emotions often and choose to do so. anger, joy, sadness, love, i pride myself on these. i get connected when someone talks to me, really listening to what's being said, instead of waiting for my turn.

i think that's where i separate myself. instead of telling the world how much i feel, i let the world tell me how much they feel, and i'll feel it with them. i'm here for the ride, bitch.

so, stop crying, stop bitching, and open your eyes. life's full of joy and happiness, there's no damn need to be so depressed all the time, no need to announce your "tortured" soul to those who are probably deaf to your monotonous cries. smile :D