"Scene"

Ah, it almost the end of the semester. How is high school my friends?
So far I’m not disappointed nor am I, in any way, impressed. The days seem shorter, I have made a extensive and varied range of friends, but it is unfortunately cliché and many of the immature ideas and actions of classmates did not die down. Yet, I am enjoying myself. But…What, you ask, is the purpose of this post.? I’m here to seethe about the sudden surge of “different” people. In elementary school I was fake, fell to peer pressure, and did things to fit in. When I got into middle school, it increased. 6th grade and 7th grade was hell because I tried too hard to fit in and often failed, and when I failed, I killed myself with negative thoughts. I listened to music I didn’t care for to fit in, and I wasted a lot of time on it. Finally in 7th grade I was introduced to a new kind of music I had never heard before. My favorite bands started out with The Flaming Lips, and Interpol. These soon led to the many bands I listen to now. I finally realized that I didn’t need to fit in. As a result of this, I grew confident in myself and I slowly began to open myself up to other friends, finally getting myself out of the corner I had painted myself into. Then, Finally, as my last year of middle school passed, not ashamed of being different, I was finally proud of myself and happy.
Unfortunately, as I walked into high school, I realized…
I wasn’t different anymore.
It was nice to have a group of people that listened to the same genre of music I listen too, but, being myself didn’t seem as special. I guess I have a sort of vanity when it comes to my difference from others. So as I lost this difference, I lost even more respect in our already deemed hypocritical school. I didn’t like it, but I’m slowly getting used to it and still keeping my few differences.
I can’t help but question most of these people. Some, I recall seeing the year before with Abercrombie and Fitch clothes and now, I see them walking in with a totally different look. Everyone is either quote “punk/emo” or “scene/thrift store junkie” I’ve been shopping at the Thrift Store since 6th grade, so it’s nice to see that people are avoiding the overpriced name brand clothes, but it stops drawing my attention when everyone else dresses like that. I’m very tempted to empty out my closet and make my own clothes, that way, nobody else can really be the same as me. If I wear something that a girl has worn before I feel bad, cause I know that if they are like me, it really sucks to have something and then have someone walk in later with something like it. I really hate to sit here and use the words emo and other labels, because I am extremely against it, but, as I end my rant, I feel I should say it…and I guess, it’s the truth. “Emo has taken over our school” and “Poseurs have killed it”