When I was a teenager thirty years ago, we cut ourselves. We smoked pot and hash, dropped acid and used uppers, downers, shrooms, or any other drug we could get our hands on. We opened beer-bottles with our teeth, and figured out how to make an opium pipe out of an empty toilet paper roll. We listened to strange music at volumes guaranteed to cause permanent long-term hearing loss. We referred to our parents as the Old Man and the Old Lady. And we hated them with a passion for not understanding us. We shared spit, needles and girlfriends. We hitch-hiked around the town, the state, and sometimes even the country.
A few years later, my youngest brother got REALLY strange. He started going to slam-dance parties and would sometimes end up in the local emergency room. He would bring home strange girls that he picked up at those parties (or maybe in the hospital waiting room). These girls were strangers to a razor, and some of them were strangers to a bathtub. He bought a moped and rode it in plain view of everyone he knew. He went into Boston to listen to weird bands like The Police (or as he called them Da Police), the Clash and Blondie. He scorned my preference for Led Zeppelin, The Who and Pink Floyd with the sneered words..."those are Old-Timer bands."
Then, another ten years down the road, my nephew burst onto the scene. Talk about a strange person. He tattooed himself using a wire brush. He and his friends shaved their heads and wore clothing that was large enough for two. (Good thing, 'cause his thirteen year old girlfriend was able to hide her pregnancy from her parents until about a week before the baby was due! Let me tell you...my sister was THRILLED to be a grandmother at the ripe old age of thirty-four) Now, instead of listening, or dancing to music, they CREATED music...or at least that is what they called it. This creative process usually involved Ecstasy, GHB, Ketamine and some good old fashioned marijuana. They insisted they weren't really skinheads...those old recordings of Nazi military speeches were just to create a striking background for their "music".
Another ten years later, and I keep hearing about the poor, misunderstood kids, and how hard their lives are. They are freaks or goths or emos. As an adult, I look at them and snicker at the repeating cycle of teenage life. Of course, they all think that as an adult, I couldn't possibly understand what they are going through. Even when they deny they are thinking that, I know that they are...because that is what I thought thirty years ago.
What is an Emo?
It is me.
Comments
lol are you a workin man, cuz my mom is looking for one
by JYD...not-so-undercover on March 25th, 2007
hahaha.
by kuyakev on March 25th, 2007
Sorry, he's already taken.
by Glenn Blaylock on March 26th, 2007
OMG LMFAO!!!!
by munchkin_kids_downunder on March 27th, 2007
rotflol
by Seraphim Shinobi on April 12th, 2007
Rofl! +
by Kal-El on December 4th, 2007
lmao
by Airling on September 16th, 2008