Annelid's blog: "Ramblings,thoughts and assorted stuff"

Lately I've been called "Emo". I find this highly amusing as I don't have any of the traits of a "emo" guy. I don't dress like one..nor have the deriguer hairstyle, or listen to emo music. What is emo or goth or industrial or metal? It's music...a lifestyle perhaps if you take it that far. Music doesn't define me. Nor does what I eat. Or what I wear. Or what I choose to read. Or anything like that. Labels are fine for clothes. I'm me. I like what I like. Yes,I'm mopey and massively depressed. So what? So what if I have a "character trait" as someone from the "Emo" scene. That's a specious argument at best. Are all kids who listen to emo / goth music depressed or self loathing? I suspect not. I am self loathing. I hate my excistance. I arise from my slumber with hate in my heart. I despise pretty much everything but I smile through clenched teeth. A weak feeble smile. A limp handshake. A cold gaze is what I offer. Do you accept? So am I truly emo? I don't care for music with guitars in it. I like my music to be synthetic. I don't want to know the names of the muscian's. Nor do I care to see cool videos or read about them or care what "cribs" they have. I want my music to be anonymous. I don't need any guitar hero's or rock god's to worship. So no,I'm not emo. Getting back to me, and yes I do think this blog entry is about me.... if anger,hate and all that was power I could probably power anything from a small hamlet to a mid sized city. It bubbles under my skin. The hate. I'm not racist. I hate myself and society in general. I don't know why allow myself to be subjected to the daily crap I do. Perhaps it's time to strike back? But how? No, I'm not emo. I'm me.