I don't think I could ever understand why emos are emos. I'm pretty sure I would want to kick my own ass if I ever came close to adopting that type of mentality. There are people who will sit in a dark room and listen to sad music because so and so said this about that. Or because 'she never called me back' or 'He never paid me back my 10 dollars'. Boo friggen who. Sometimes they don't even really have a reason, they're just 'in a mood'. Christ on a cracker, I was listening to the radio a while back and this chick called in and said something to the tune of "Can you play a sad song? I'm in a sad mood and want to hear a sad song". The appeasing DJ complied and played some 3 minute 23 second long ballad that made me want to go postal. Because little miss cut thighs had a crappy day she decided to subject us to some whiney voiced tight pant wearing metro wearing eye shadow.
Then there's an entire genre of mental cases who cut themselves....
How is that going to make anything better? Well my girlfriend dumped me, so I slashed my thigh... I'm feeling meh now though!
I'm gonna end this though, I have to goto bed because my CO is making the command do a formation run tomorrow. I hate formation runs! I'm gonna turn off all my lights, sit in the corner and contemplate what it is to hate the world.
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