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You know what bugs the big bones outta me? COPYCATS! Seriously, there are KIDS over here, imitating me and my dress code. "Oooh, I googled goth and I realized I was one!" they come to me and speak. "You know, I like totally realized what gawthness is, but my mom's lookin' me like I was a weirdo or something when I tell her I want to dress all black!"
It became worse when I dyed my hair into something between black, blue and purple. Pretty fascinating cameleont-effect there, I have to admit. But this kid is totally obsessing with "becoming gawth" that it truly, madly, deeply makes me sick. I'm not saying I'm the gothest of 'em all - as a matter of fact, I'm far from it - but it doesn't take a friggin' Tarot-card reader to tell she's a poser. She think that just by googling "goth" and reading from a site or two about goths makes her one. And her BS about how the goths in her school are "you know, like, totally cool"... seriously, I know the school she's in, and I can tell you with 100% certainty there are no goths from where she's from.
Just what is with these wannabes? Why pour all their BS down my neck? Do I really look like I'm interested? On top of that, she's whining because "my mom won't let me wear white powder / black clothes / high-heeled boots / a load of eye-lines" and stuff. I don't get it - I never asked my mom a permission to "become a goth". I just did, without pretty much noticing it myself. How can one even consciously decide to "become a goth" without becoming a poser? It sounds to me like those 3 - 5 year-old brats who crawl on the floor and scream, "Look mommy, I'm a dog! Arf, arf!"
Haha, now there'd be a sight, "Look mommy, I'm a goth!"
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