Oh gawd, this topic always gets me going. . .
A comment my friend, Marian, wrote me made me think.
Conformity, what a horrid word to alot of alternative youth; it sure as hell amkes me cringe.
However:
when does non-conformity become conformity?
It's when the single person you strive to be becomes a trend. It's when your way of living, becomes someone elses. To not conform would mean to be someone you aren't. You would have to dress a way alternative to yourself, alternative to what you believe but what if you believe in the non-conformist? Does that mean you have to hate yourself when you're trying to be different (if that makes any sense?)
I take a look at myself in the mirror and see someone who looks like everyone else. At one point in time I could be so proud of being an individual, but what is there to be proud of now? I'm not happy with myself as it is, being like all the rest, but I wouldn't be happy dressing like a label-saavy, whore. Man they make me mad. But should I give in because I can stand myself anyways?
. . . I think not.
Hopefully it will all pass. Hopefully, I can hold out long enough that soon I can be my own again. I hate when people judge me because of the clothes I wear; I hate it when they make you out to be something you aren't. I do have one thing to be proud of—my friends know who I am behind it all and that's all I need, seriously. As long as they know the kind of person I am, it's all I need. One thing I am sure of is that if I wanted to change, I would have by now.
Dally Out.
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