EMOS

What the fuck is up with emos?

It seems like nowadays everyone wants to be emo. Everything from music to television has been polluted with the imagery of whiny teenagers bitching about the good lives that they have.

The basic necessities of being emo are as follows:

Hair: Emos all seem to follow the same hair style. Across the country, all emos have the windswept hair look. And this doesn’t only apply to guys, the girls have it too, equal length in some cases. But maybe the hair isn’t a trend. Maybe it’s just because they turn their head to cry too often.

Dark Clothing: It’s not enough to be depressed these days. To show depression, emos wear dark clothes to reflect on their mood. Black shirts to match their black souls…something blue to go along with their blue hearts, etc. I’m all for black shirts. Hell, I love them, but there’s something about the contrast of over-sensitive brats making the color I wear look…well, emo

Eyeliner: If you’re going to cry, you have to let everyone know. But until those tears run red with blood, people have to see that eyeliner run down your cheeks to truly understand the emotional scars you have.

Why are these standards held so highly by the emotional? Because when you have nothing better to do and think that nobody likes you, you gotta get people’s attention somehow. It’s better to be “alone” in a group rather than in a group alone.

Now what makes an emo so upset? Most emos are just rich kids that aren’t really good at anything. Instead of using their wealth to their advantage, they just complain about what they don’t have and blow minor things out of proportion. The funny thing about emo kids these days is that they claim to be unloved and uncared for when most of them come from loving homes. The odd contradiction is that these “unloved” kids are the ones whose parents take time out of their busy schedule to buy them clothes at Hot Topic.

But it’s not the emo kids I hate, it’s what they represent. They’re all just ungrateful for what they have. They spend all their time complaining about what they haven’t got instead of cherishing what they have. There are people in Nigeria who could waste their time being emo because they have no food on the table and no lights in their homes, but they cant afford eyeliner and black absorbs the rays of the hot sun. I don’t really care about the music that emos listen to, or that they stew in their own self-deprecating tears…I just don’t want to see it.