I donīt know about any of you, but when I walk around my school, people
stare. So I started this forumn for all the stories about the ignorant
people who stare at the "freaks".
The other day, I was walking in the campus bookstore and I ran into my
friend Lilly and we started talking. We went outside and sat down and
continued to talk. As we were talking people that walked by kept pointing
and staring at me. I even got a couple dirty glares... like I slept with
her b/f intentionally (j/k). It got to the point to where Lilly (the
normal one) started to yell at all the people who were staring. It didnīt
bother me much because I guess Iīm just used to it. When we walked to our
classes people continued to stare, so I went up to a crowd of girls and
this one guy that pointed at me and laughed and made out with the guy. His
g/f didnīt like it, but he seemed to. We went to class and met up after.
Come to find out that Lillyīs history professor was even talking about my
platform shoes and striped socks.
There are so many more stories but I can only write so much. :-o
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Comedian
Fanatic
Posts: 213 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
posted on 9/5/2002 at 07:54 PM
Only time Iīve ever been stared at was when i stabbed that diplomat in
Taiwan. The eyes of a dead man canīt help but look you in the eye.
" ever killed a man just to watch him die?"
`john wayne "unforgiven"
Oh hell did I ever get it...sounds like the school I went to years ago.
You know youīre really doing it good when you get death threats...like
actual death threats...like people running up to you in the hall from
behind and running rope around your neck. Thatīs fun kids, good old
fashioned fun.
Well, as calouse as it sounds, get used to it. Iīve noticed that the older
you get tho, the more the stares of disdain turn to stares of interest, not
mocking. Iīm 22 and I still wear my stripey socks, my platform boots,
etc. and I work at the mall too, so I veritably work in a fishbowl 40 hrs a
week....but old ladies love me, old men adore me, moms like me and feel
they can relate to me as a mediator between their child and themselves
(like, okay sheīs an adult and dresses kind of like my kid dresses, sheīs
nice and courteous and helpful, this is a good sign) and they still are
like "Oh my donīt those things in your ears hurt?" (Iīve got 1/2" eyelets
in my ears) and "how do you walk in those?"
Usually I make a joke out of it, gross them and their kids out by sticking
my finger ALL the way through my earlobe, unzip my boot and drop to normal
5ī2" height and laugh and say I wear platforms īcause Iīm a midget, tell
them I wear them to do dishes so I donīt have to climb up on cupboards to
put stuff away...they warm up right away. They usually come back to me to
help them find things for their kids because they feel "lost" trying to
figure out what they like.
Itīs not all roses...I get shit tho itīs few and far between
nowadays...last guy that yelled something out his car window in the mall
parkinlot at me got his rear tail light kicked in. Yes, Iīm not kidding.
Good thing I wore boots that day.
You know what, I have a zillion stories of being picked on, being singled
out, being stared at, joked about, mocked and ridiculed, but Iīve let it
go. Itīs long behind me now, but I know how much a part of your life it is
when itīs in school and school consists of your life 8hrs a day five days a
week. I learned not to take myself so seriously, and the world a little
less sourly. I know people donīt always understand it, but I noticed when
I just did what I wanted, dressed how I wanted, and knew it was just "me"
and there was nothing anyone could do about it, a cloud lifted and the
teasing stopped sort of....I could laugh about it, I didnīt get mad when
little kids said anything to me about it...
Hell I had a little girl as me if I was a witch...I looked at the socks on
my legs as her mother tried to shush her in horror, laughed and asked "is
it because of the socks?" She nodded, and her mother smiled embarassed
like at me, and I looked up into the sky and then back at her and said
"Well, I havenīt had a house drop on me yet, so Iīm assuming weīre safe"
She laughed, her mom laughed, and it was cool.
Itīs gonna happen....it hurts, but you know, just think that in their small
lives you are a point of interest...hate is as strong as an emotion as
love, and be just as grateful for that. Either is better than being
invisible, unnoticed, unrecognizeable. Love you or hate you they canīt get
enough, and thatīs why they stare. it may be envy, hate, lust, love,
admiration, or fear, but the attraction is there.
Just think of that...makes everything seem that much better
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Anonymous
Posts: 116 Registered: 14/4/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 13/5/2002 at 08:17 AM
I get it every so often, usually not too bad...people I know generally
accept me for being a little "odd" and rarely do I run across any big
problems. When I was younger it sucked...but the last time I can remember
having a problem at all was about two months ago.
I was having one of those "Evil Dolo" nights and wasnīt feeling like my
usual social butterfly self. I finally, for the first time to public eyes
on Okinawa, dressed to the nines in basic blacks, fishnets and various
other goodies, my white-out lenses and a couple of safety pins through
sensitive places just for fun.
Then I just sort of walked into the bar I frequented. Most people were
savagely weirded out, but they didnīt really say anything. Morte was kindaī
shocked, but pretty much people just gave me a really wide berth.
Boy was the bartender pissed though, he kicked my ass out in less than
fifteen minutes.
Aside from that though, people generally donīt make negative comments on
my appearance, because most know if they do, I will make an immediate and
savage rebuttal.
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Dolorosa
Extreme Fanatic
Posts: 856 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
posted on 14/5/2002 at 02:27 AM
Agh, that was me up there...seriously need to become computer literate,
bleagh...
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Psychopixi
Fanatic
Posts: 376 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
posted on 14/5/2002 at 10:40 AM
I donīt get stares... I get death threats. I get to make visits to the
hospital. I get to try and avoid īmushesī because theyīre always ready for
a fight.
In the middle of the day a group of īmushesī walked into the cafe where my
friends and I spend our time. They announced their presence by throwing a
glass bottle into the air and shattering it with a baseball bat. I think at
least two of my friends ended up with cuts, bruises and other more serious
injuries before the guys walked out laughing.
My best friend has been in hospital after being pinned down in the back of
a public bus and punched repeatedly in the head.
My boyfriend has had his nose broken in an unprovoked assault where he was
out numbered 7 to 1.
Are the trendies (AKA mushes) just more violent here in Wales or have I not
heard the respective stories from the USA?
Psyche :-?
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Ashe
Coward
Posts: 5 Registered: 22/5/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 28/5/2002 at 11:23 AM
I donīt so much get stares as unwelcome comments. Iīm very frilly-goth,
long velvet dresses and big cloaks and stuff. So the drunk people on the
street often gush about how beautiful I am. Or I get this a lot.
"Are you goth?"
"....I suppose."
"Whatīs it like?"
"Like living in a dark basement, and the only sound you hear is your own
screaming."
"....okay, bye."
And then they bail.
Our last concert I had both kinds.
"Are you goth?"
"I guess."
"Youīre so beautiful. You shouldnīt be sad."
"I have a lot to be sad about."
I do get the occasional stare from the teenagers. I donīt know why, but
theyīre far less accepting of a freak.
I live in maine. I get stared at all the time. when i first got to
highschool here the hallway would part and the entire school would stare at
me as i walked down the all. It used to really bother me. Now i enjoy it.
Iīm the only goth at my school so i still get stares from the people who
donīt know me or that donīt understand. In public people practicly have to
roll there jaws up off the ground because i guess they arenīt used to
seeing "goths" walking around. It wasnīt always fun but it is now.
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MorteAscendo
Member
Posts: 190 Registered: 6/5/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 31/5/2002 at 08:28 AM
Ok well lets see. Im not a total "goth" persay, but i wear mostly black or
really dark blue. but i have really long spikes " about 4" worth" and that
is not the norm for military personel. I am in the Navy yet works on a
Marine base, and ill be driving in my car, walking in the shops, it doesnt
matter, so butt fuck marine will try to tell me to "square myself away" but
then my usuall rebuttle is: "fuck off". Cause to be honest i could care
less. People generaly piss me off and i am the loud verbous type. You can
hear me from a mile away, and if you dont like me right away, i doubt that
you will later. But when it come to Marines, they stare like little puppy
dogs no matter what, and it pisses me off. i dunno why it does so much,
but shit, i wanna do a drive by stabbing when that shit
happens....::::GROWL:::: :evil: :evil: :evil:
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Ironboots
Extreme Fanatic
Posts: 893 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
posted on 2/6/2002 at 04:42 PM
Now I see... Its not a hockey mask your avatar wears... Its a muzzle to
keep you from biting everyone with your big teeth...
Iīll give you a big berth... ;-)
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DarkMistress
Member
Posts: 170 Registered: 6/6/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 5/7/2002 at 07:32 PM
Ahh Middle school..Iīm the only goth there, no wonder Iīm a loner huh?
Anyway, supposively middle school is the time in an adolescentīs life where
they need to find out where they belong. I donīt disagree although iīve
found where I belong and Iīm not leaving. However, other people donīt
understand that. Iīve been stared at, had girls actually try and kick me
out of the bathroom (haha yeah right) and teacherīs who boycotted calling
on me in class. You know what the sad thing is? At conferences they tell
my parents Iīm not involved enough, I think they mean in sports. To add
onto it my pentacle is very offensive to those who are morons (ok thats
everyone). I get called a "poser" and they say "oh shes gothic so she must
be a witch." Teachers then tell my parents I have to make friends there
but I asked them who would want friends that are that ignorant and
stupid? "This could be emotionally damaging and iīd have to live with it
for the rest of my life reflecting on the days when i was young and
friendless." Pffffft, sounds like someoneīs elseīs life experience.
____________________ "Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide"
DarkMistress
Member
Posts: 170 Registered: 6/6/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 5/7/2002 at 07:37 PM
Just smile and wave at those who are rude and stare, thats what I do!
:smile:
____________________ "Pity no one was there
No angels in the air
And the morning paper ran
One more suicide"
Sin_of_God
Coward
Posts: 4 Registered: 5/8/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 7/8/2002 at 07:56 AM
Try this one: when you catch someone staring at you pretend you donīt
notice, turn to whoever is with you at that moment and say outloud "This is
the last time you hear me? I catch you again raping that kid only because
she is retarded and we are over"
"How was I to think he would bleed THAT much" works pretty well too.
Good fun for all the family.
____________________ Art is not a mirror, it's a hammer.
Abbadon
Fanatic
Posts: 499 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
posted on 8/8/2002 at 10:45 AM
ODERINT DUM METUANT
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Mutant_Duckie
Member
Posts: 68 Registered: 13/7/2002 Status: Offline
posted on 8/8/2002 at 08:52 PM
I figured out in 5th grade that if youīre laughing at yourself, no one can
laugh at you. they can only lauch with you, so i GIVE them something to
stare at ;-) QuAcK!
Duckie you have a good beak on your head.
THATīS the attitude that lets you survive.
If you canīt have a good laugh at yourself, you have no right to laugh at
others.
All in all when you stop believing school is a fashion show and realize
yourīe there to LEARN, NOT show off, you can not only realize how quickly
it will go by, but how much easier it will be.
If you can take it, then go for it...go out all 9īs and stuff...but donīt
come to me to put an icepack on your black eye.
A lot if it is attitude too. If you PROJECT the image that youīre a loner,
then youīll be left alone, or be singled out as the loner you are. If your
rude and condescending, or just plain out antisocial (I know how COOL it is
to be antisocial....I think last I heard there was an antisocial club where
all the antisocialīs hung out with each other and bitched about the
"normals"...) then expect to be treated as such. NO CRYING.
If you go to school in crotchless pants and your hair freaked to the ends
and shit written all over your face youīre GOING to be picked on. Itīs not
RIGHT..but itīll happen. Itīs a tried and true way to get your shit kicked
on a regular basis. If itīs so near and dear to you, then youīll take it
in stride. If itīs just a way to get attention, youīre getting it.
Careful what you wish for and all.
Most people when they see an angry dog coming down the street donīt stop
and ask it if itīs just expressing itīs individuality...they go to the
other side or call the pound.
EVERYONE getīs picked on. EVERYONE..some just take it better than others,
some ignore it, and some BREW in it.
Once you get "out" you will get the social shock of your life. Just like
the rest of them. Prepare yourself for it instead of focusing your life on
all the crap that comes with highschool ie: social bootcamp.
BE a kid while you can. Everyone seems to be in such a rush to grow up
now...well kids, once you get here youīre FUCKED. I know being a kid
sucks, but being an adult with the devil "woulda coulda shouldaīs" dancing
in the back of your brain is WORSE.
Enjoy it
Live it
Youīll be okay
Make the most of it because once itīs gone, itīs GONE.
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