When I was growing up, if
you were different/quirky/sad/wore black, people would call you an emo.
I thought this was still the case. But I’m so behind. I was talking to my 17 year old friend the other day (I’m seven years older), and she didn’t really know what “emo” was.
These days, you’re more likely to get called a “wannabe grunge
kid”, “hipster”, or even “you’re so tumblr”.
It was odd; I was just really shocked that this monster that saturated my teenage years could be so completely forgotten. I was bullied for it, tormented for it, cast aside for it - and now, nobody remembers it.
Let me tell you that this
is a very bizarre feeling. Comforting in the sense that it shows the label I was sewn into isn’t immortal, but scary in the sense that everything is
It was a time when I was figuring out who I was, what I liked, who I wanted to be. I don’t know why some
people find this so offensive, even repulsive. So what if I wear spikes, get
over it. So what if I wear pink denim hotpants, get over it. Because it’s not just reserved exclusively for the goths – bleach blonde Britneys get attacked too, and don’t you forget that.
Take comfort in the fact that all your screw-ups right now will not live on in the minds of others. Every dumb thing you said online, every awful selfie, every fake bitchy remark you made, forgotten. In ten years, Tumblr will not exist as it does now. I
know that’s hard to believe, but trust me, we all thought MySpace would live forever.