The clothes I wear, the music I listen to, what I look like… I’m sick of it. When did being different become such a fucking chore. Why can’t I just be me without being criticized, people make me sick. Who the fuck wants to look like everyone else. Not me. I will not be a clone or a robot and emulate the zombies around me that act and look like others just to “fit in”. Originality is dying out fast, guaranteed in the next little while everyone will be dressing themselves in Abercrombie & Fitch and getting themselves a spray tan and looking like a fucking orange just so they can get the hollow approval of their peers. This world makes me sick. Fuck you all.
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This sounds exactly how I felt during my school years.
Miserable rotten times full of bullying and judging and harassing.
College was a little better, but still there were occasional rough times.
After college?
Some of the world is still full of jerks, but somehow it’s better.
More laid back.
I stay home a lot of the time (because of disability), and since I live alone, it is usually peaceful and quiet. The only wars here are the ones I fight inside my own head.
yeah people tend to suck…. sorry that you have to deal with it 🙁
But yeah as cordless says they at least get a little bit less verbal about it once they grow older.
I applaud you for forging your own path.
i’m differently different but not at work, for example you need to fit in to do your job and represent the company play the part, but when i’m on my own, i play myself.
Yeah, I grew up with people picking on me. I believe it’s one reason for my Social Anxiety and it has caused me to become paranoid about what others think of me. I envy people who can just say “fuck you” to all the haters and live the life they want to think. I think it’s very admirable.
*live the life they want to live.
I used to Iisten to this on my morning tram ride, smiling and subtly defiantly grooving in a sea of grey faces.
I salute your originality.
https://youtu.be/gVNeozIH2SQ
I was lucky; parents encouraged individuality and also warned me of the price. Bullying only hardened my resolve.
Sometimes I get really depressed at where I am in life. But at least I own it. This journey is mine, all mine. Say with evil laugh.
Old farts like me get together time to time and trade stories. Mine kill; especially the one about being irradiated as a child at Oak Ridge Nuclear Laboratory.
Fuck the status quo. Own your path.