On 2006-01-03 16:36:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-01-03 16:12:00, Antigen wrote:
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On 2006-01-03 11:07:00, Anonymous wrote:
Did you see the Vampirefreaks.com web site When_You_Scream the pictures of the wise men one has his head cut off they all have blood dripping down them. Sorry I find that WRONG. I am aloud my opinion just they same as you and her.
Yeah, I saw the site and looked at some of the artwork. I also wandered around and read some of the blog entries. These kids biggest concern right now seems to revolve around final exams, school functions and shocking, provocative art. I was really looking hard for those cemetary pictures someone mentioned. Would love to see them. I've seen some stunningly good cemetary art before. Is this some of the good stuff? Maybe.
So, does that give anybody the right to have me locked away for my own good? Because I disagree with you about the quality and value of somebody's artwork? Is that what you find so strange about her parents? You just can't fathom how they could not be in a blind panic over this?
Yeah, you have your right to your opinion about art and friends and style and lifestyle. So does Alex.
The clergy know that I know that they know that they do not know.
--Robert G. Ingersoll, American politician and lecturer
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Final exams? Most of the school year was missed because of skipping and spending time that should have been class time smoking pot. Grades were all F's. School functions? They were not even interested. Not much chance of graduating either. Sneaking out of the house often when everyone was asleep to drive around and do ecstacy and coke at 3 in the morning. Going to strange clubs that promote drugs and other worse things to mess with an already confused mind. I go to school with these guys and it was more than the artwork and tatooes that must have scared these parents into action."
I remember high school quite well. I'm sure you do "know" these kids---as members of a different social clique that you look down on.
So what if he was getting all Fs--if he even was, since I doubt seriously that you saw his report cards. He wouldn't be the first kid to repeat a year of high school. Should we throw every kid who flunks a year of school into a private prison? (Which is what RTCs like SCL amount to.)
We had all this gossip about what the "heads" clique (as opposed to the "frats") was into. Most of it was wildly exaggerated, as was how clean-cut the frats were. The frats dressed clean-cut and preppy and kissed the asses of all the adults---while going out drinking, smoking pot, and parking in cars to get laid on the weekends. And the frats listened to Rick Springfield and the Police and Pat Benatar. The heads dressed in jeans and t-shirts, smoked, and listened to Van Halen and Motley Crue and Metallica. And went out drinking, smoking pot, and parking in cars to get laid on the weekends.
The difference was that *most* of the heads dressed that way because jeans and t-shirts was what their parents could afford. The ones whose parents could afford better were heads because they couldn't hack the mind-numbing social conformity demanded by the frats.
I'm pegging you as either being one of the clean-cut outcasts who doesn't fit a group higher in the pecking order, or one of the other mind-numbing social conformity groups in the high school pecking order.
The kids in the mind-numbing social conformity groups snuck out at night, too. They were just absolutely convinced that the heads led these wildly exciting depraved lives.
I bridged both groups, and the outcast group, and the band group. There was a lot of debate as to what I was. So I knew what the heads did on the weekends wasn't much different than what the frats did on the weekends.
The biggest difference between the heads and the frats was the clothes, the makeup, and the music. They were all doing the same high school shit. Don't tell me your adult ass-kissing, social cookie-cutter friends aren't doing bits of all the same drugs, sneaking off in a car away from the eyes of most of their friends, on the weekends, because I know better.
I was born on a Monday, but I wasn't born last Monday.
I believe that *you* believe there's this huge difference in what the goth kids are doing and what the kids in your clique are doing.
When you get old enough as an adult that all traces of the old high school cliques have worn off so that you can't even guess what your friends and coworkers were like in high school without actually talking about high school, you'll find out that you were all doing the same things. It was just the music and the money and the clothes and the make-up, and who kissed the adults asses and who didn't, that was different.
Those preppy kids' ass-kissing of the adults was all a gigantic snow job, and all we kids knew it, even back then. They joined SADD and FBLA and Student Council and the National Honor Society---and then they all went out on the weekends and got drunk.
A few kids weren't doing any of it, and were naive enough not to realize that 90% of their fellow students were.
Flunking a year of high school doesn't stop you from graduating, it just means you repeat a year, and its small potatoes in the way your life works out.
There's a lot more to life than high school.
I liked a lot of people in the preppie crowd as people, I liked a lot of people in the head crowd as people. I didn't like a lot of the hypocrisy and assumptions about what the other kids were doing. And right now I'm pissed off at you for being so prim and engaging in all the gossip and adult ass-kissing and thinking we're all stupid enough to buy your snow job. Whatever they did or didn't do, there are plenty of kids in *your* social clique who are doing the same and just hiding it better under that clean-cut ass-kissing veneer. *You* may not be doing it, but some of your friends are doing a damned good job of hiding it from you---"Don't tell Dana, she's a goody-two-shoes and well, you know...."
Quit trying to blow smoke up our asses. We've all been through high school, we've all talked to the kids from the different cliques 20 years later and compared notes, and we're over it.
Sweetie--their friends ain't doin' anything much different from what *your* friends are doing.
Julie
