Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Woh boy...

If emos hate themselves,
then I am not an emo.

If emos kill themselves,
then I am not an emo.

If an emo is a 17 year old
who does not smile,
then I am not an emo.

If an emo is a guy
who feels sorry for himself,
then I am not an emo.

If emo is a "horrible pop rock" genre,
then emo is not my kind of music genre.

If emo is a fashion statement
of tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans,
itchy scarfs (even in the summer),
ripped chucks with favorite bands
signature, black square rimmed glasses,
and ebony greasy unwashed hair,
then emo is not my kind of fashion.

If emo is "softcore punk" genre,
then emo is not my kind of music genre.

If an emo is guy who dresses like a dork
so chicks will see that he is sensitive
and not afraid to express himself,
then I am not an emo.

If an emo is a guy who goes home and
cries, proceeds to write a weak song and
strum a single string on his acoustic
guitar so an emo chick sees how he is so
in touch with his feelings,
then I am not an emo.

If an emo is a guy who dyes his hair
black, wraps himself in a stupid looking
scarf, develops an eating disorder, and
rants about how "nobody understands",
then I am not an emo.

If an emo is a guy who goes around
saying "My life sucks, I want to cry,"
then I am not an emo.


I'm just an "emotionally-charged" person
who is passionate about life.

An emo is a kid or a young adult who
really does not have any actual
problems, and instead decide to use his
creativity, or lack thereof, to craft
false problems.

When you meet an emo, tell him to wake
up and deal with life like everyone else
instead of wallowing in his imaginary
quagmire of torment.

Stop whining. Cheer up, emo kid!



If an emo is a guy who needs a hug,
a big warm hug,
then I am an emo!

-Sir Odchi

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