Danes je moderno biti EMO

Kako postane mladež emo?

Da vas starine, iz leta 1900 in nekaj, ne zavedem po nepotrebnem - tukaj seveda ne bo govora o EMUju velikem ptiču brez kril, ampak o EMO načinu življenja današnje mladine.

Čedalje več ljudi - najverjetneje ubogih staršev, ki bi radi razumeli svoje EMO otroke - zaide na ta blog pod težo velikega in zapletenega vprašanja, katerega odgovor poznajo le redki - torej - "kdo je EMO?" Sicer nisem ekpsert, a malce se mi le sanja. Ker moj izraziti čut za sočloveka v stiski še ni popolnoma zakrknil, sem izrabila veze in poznanstva pri Njihovem emovstvu in iz zaprašenih internetnih bukl potegnila tale simpatičen "tutorial", kratek, a učinkovit vodič, ki vam bo obelodalnil najkrajšo pot do vašega prvega emo razreda. Za razumevanje svojih emocionalnih otrok pa morate najprej poznati njihovo himno.

Pomnite! Razumete jih le tako, če se zares lahko postavite v njihovo kožo. Lahko tudi dobesedno.




Kakopak sem priskrbela tudi besedilo, da se boste lažje naučili.

Dear Diary:

Mood: Apathetic.

My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thingy.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days, you know...

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark, and sensetive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now I'm grounded for a week
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun
They say they already have a pussy,
they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing ahold of me and tightening its grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and wear thick rimmed glasses
I told my friends I bleed black and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life,
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be E-Mo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s.
Can't 2... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...

I feel like tacos.