My kids tell me all kinds of stuff that’s new to me. Take for instance “Emo” kids. Emo? WTF is that? Someone who is always sad is the short explanation. Hmmm. I’d probably suck at that.
It would be just my luck that I would decide that it was my desire to make my mark in life by being an Emo girl. Then the very next day I would wake up all happy and shit! DAMMIT! Then I would have to shoot my dog just to get into the right mood for the day! Crap! How much work would that be? The PETA people would be all over me in no time!
Ok, how about going Goth? I could do that, right? I’ll go buy all black clothes, and white and black make up. I’ll never have any more wrinkles because I never have to have any more facial expressions. Of course, I’d screw up on laundry day trying to get a stain out and bleach my black goth clothes into some kind of wicked tie dyed horror, which would make me laugh so hard I cried and mess up my white caked on make up and run my black eyeliner. So, no goth for me either. *sigh*
Well, there’s always the Plastics. They’re the Uber Preps. They rule the school. They’re better than everyone. Everything they have, say, wear, eat, and do is better just because they have, say, wear, eat and do it. But dear GOD that is SO much work and I am ever so lazy at heart. Besides, my “Some call it stalking……I call it Love” Tee and blue jeans are my uniform. I will jump over 20 stylish outfits for 1 comfortable one every time. So, no Plastics for me either.
I just thank all the powers that be that I don’t have to make all those decisions anymore! I did my time baby! I paid my dues to that heartless crowd! I grew UP! I graduated high school! I’m outtie!
And I’m damn glad of it too, cuz to be completely honest, those guys scare me!