Growing Up Date Wednesday, April 24, 2024 - 05:28 PM PST Topic Experiences You know, I just turned sixteen and I have been doing a lot of thinking about how I was made the person I am today. The flaws in my life and the changes I could have made is just the beginning. I really have been thinking about the last couple of years and the way I have lived through my experiences. I remember the first day I came to school wearing all black beginning my change phase(too early I later realized) *walks into time machine and the world blurs* 8th grade I walked down the halls in black make up, black fingernail polish, black clothes, and dyed black hair. People gawked at me. They started with the devil worshipper comments. Me: "NO, I'M GOTHIC" What the hell was I "The Prodigy"? Apparently because they got to see the usual 'babygoth' high school goth that most see and most stereotype. What we like to call the metalhead child. Yeah, I was pissed at the world and I listened to angry, angry music. I wore my black duster with the little holes made in it for summer and winter wear over almost all my clothes. 7 months of that, and I was sick of it. I just wasn't all that angry. Sure, all these people liked to flock in their own herds and make fun of little people and stuff like that. Either they were getting over it or I was accepting it. 9th grade Multicolored lipstick, black eyeliner, black fingernail polish, black hair, and semi colored clothing. I stopped wearing my duster as often. By winter of that year, dusters were the "in" thing at my school. I got rid of most the angry music. I opened up to real gothic music and went back to my elementary love, classical. My happiness or I thought at the time came to my town but, it turned out being my biggest enemy......HOT TOPIC. At first, it was cool. Then, I came to my school and I saw something so horrific. I thought I'd rather die than stay. To my left, girl wearing black lipstick and fingernail polish, to my right, cheap renaissance clothes, to my front all the little metal heads thriving in their new Ozzy clothes talking about how gothic they were. I almost fainted. They had become what I had just gotten over. A plague had hit my school. I then learned a very important lesson. I wasn't being me. Well, I was in a way but, I let myself go to the point that I wasn't doing some things I really enjoyed doing anymore. I had to become the Sarah I am, instead of Sarah the cold-hearted "goth." From then on, labels meant shit to me. I still use the terms but, they don't mean the same to me as some do. I mean, every soup can has a label or you wouldn't know what tin can was which flavor. 10th grade Mostly red lipstick multicolored going with certain outfits, multicolored eyeliner and shadows, multicolored fingernail polish, black hair, and multicolored clothes. I am pissed again at the world but, then again, its sort of my fault. I didn’t do all my homework and this is what it got me. Raving idiots. I walked down the hall one day wearing orange lipstick and a neon dress with black polyester pants under it. Some people liked it but, as for the "serious hot topic shoppers" I had become a 'poseur'. I didn't care of course. The next month, I see all these popular girls running around with pants under their dresses. Double take on that one. I guess I have become a trendsetter and it annoys the fuck out of me. People treat me like shit and then steal what I wear... I wonder what 11th grade is going to be like? Which brings me to this conclusion. We can't really be different. We are ALL the same there is no hiding it. We are white, brown, black, red, yellow or a mix. We either have long, short, medium, wavy, curly, straight, frizzy, or fried hair and if not those we are buzz cut or shaved. We are female, male, or hermaphrodite. We breathe oxygen, we shit, we piss, we may do this in different ways but we do it all the same. We are either dead or alive. The only way someone is truly different is if they have three eyes, four legs, and one tit or something to that effect and even then, those people are known as freaks or cripples. You can't have an original thought because no thought is truly original. There have been so many people living on this planet and have thought so many things, everything was thought of 12 centuries ago. Now whether those thoughts were carried out, is a different story. No thought is original. It makes me wish I was living back in the caveman era. Hell yeah, that would be cool to have a thought back then. So in closing, people suck, no thought is original, so be happy you are human. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=455