The thundering echoes of distant feet were to some, the reminder of another day in the working force, to me, they were a reminder of what was and could be. Thousands of mindless drones moving in and out and up and down from their original hives of sleep and into the world of a corporate peon. It wasn't my style. I was awake, but looked upon as if I was nothing more than an ant to the busy little working bee. I did my part in society, they did theirs, and yet still they found the time to pass me by, look, and jeer.
Fancy makeup did not a Goth make. Or so they say. I wasn't made up in the least, pale skin was natural to one who saw little sunlight. I blame this on my mother. Dark hair ran fast and strong thanks to my father's natural heritage. As for the black clothing, Hey, it's cold in winter! I need something to soak up some of the sun that's still there! Lord knows my skin's not going to do it. Anyway.
It's a stark contrast between being 'in' or being 'out'. The method of payment has always been one's creativity. I walk down the lonely city streets at night sometimes and find my sense of style, isn't solely my own. One minute I'm "the freak job". The next, "everyone's doing it". Funny how society goes from being cliqued, right into being merged. I find it a strange concept in turn for the days to go from being normal and sunny, to dark and dismal thanks to the insane ranting of one said 'dark poet'. Poe was a madman and a genius all in one. Remember that.
Sitting in a cafe all day was not my idea of fun, listening to the drone and spite of an angry teen, clashing on society and the government for 'keeping us down'. Us? Who are we? I am sorry little man, but my views on what is 'in' and what is 'out' is not what you think it is. Yes you may wear black makeup, clothes, and clown white face paint. But that isn't what makes you -me-.
There are so many different things I watch going on today, in the news our "subculture" is being ridden as the number one reason of teen suicides and attacks against other people. Why in the world would being 'Goth' be a reason for people to do -anything-? Why is it that suddenly, 'Goth' is an excuse to escape? Before it used to mean and be something that people with the interest of 'dark' thoughts or senses, could classify them into something other than the 'freak'. Now we're looked upon with ridicule, scorn... even punishment, for being 'us'.
I remember a time in which everyone could be equal in such a society. It didn’t matter what the color of your skin was... if you knew your ideals. An exchange and play over the world we live in cast in shadows and ghost like images, where Halloween meant something more than tricks, treats, and candy. The truest sense of the word meant 'individuality'. Not 'assembly'. How the world has changed, all too quickly.
The boy on the stage has continued his drawling. My annoyance has become from slow to nigh. He knows nothing about what he talks about. "We are a people misunderstood! We must band together as a velvet shadow, and stand tall against the oppressors of the modern world! We are a community of darkness! We are Goth!"
Ai-me but this boy really is annoying. To my friend's dismay and a possibly annoying glare, I rose from my seat, not to applaud this, child of misery, for anything. But to speak my mind in the middle of an open mic. I was asked by him if I would like to make comments to the crowd, and with a haphazard smirk, I nodded.
"This world used to be something to be proud of. I remember when the word "Goth" used to stand for a certain type of architecture. Now it's just a lame excuse for people to be "better"." Oh how horrible the looks were when I spoke. And yet still I continued on. "The basis of Goth was not to be able to fit into one 'form' of a clique in society. It wasn't meant for angsty little children to write insane amounts of bad poetry just to say the three simplest words of "I hate you". It's become something more of a joke now." Oh how they loathed me speaking, still I went on. "The society around us depicts us as sad, depraved, depressed, and all around strange little people. We frighten them, perhaps reasonably so. The trench coat mafia is something of a joke to me, why on earth would anyone make such a thing as "the gothic movement"? We are -not- a rambling army of children looking for a quick fix to end our hatred of things we fucked up with. Being Goth -used- to mean, being original."
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