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During a study period last week in school, I sat reading and picking at a thread on my pants, not really paying attention to the words in front of me. Behind me was a student I never really got along with, goes by the name of Mackenzie Zoccolo. Biggest gossip-whore in school. I'm ignoring her constant whispering, though the mention of my name continually pops out of her sperm-soaked mouth. Again and again. She and her groupies are laughing at me. Again. After a few minutes she taps me on the shoulder and asks me if I ever wear anything besides T-shirts. I ignored that too, and kept on reading. She scoffs and tries to get my attention again, this time by dropping a piece of paper on my lap. I figure I'll get it over with, and open up the little note. It says, simply, "Poser-Dike." Hmm. Thanks, that's real original. And your spelling's great, too. I threw the note away and let it be, knowing full well retalliation does not a settlement make. I get that a lot, anyway. I get called a goth for wearing black, a punker for having a bunch of silly rubber bracelets, and a dyke for wearing boots and comfy t-shirts. So, for getting out of bed in the morning and dressing in whatever finds its way onto my skin, I get ridiculed for not having an original sense of style. I suppose if anyone knew I had a pair of Mudd jeans in the eighth grade, I'd get called a prep too. Ya just can't win. Everyone claims to be original cavorting about in a style they so proudly dub their own. But then, as soon as someone accidentally buys the same (insert clothing/jewelry item here) as them, it's a social battle over who wore what first. It's pathetic, and sadly rather common. I've learned, over time, to be happy with the way I am, content with my place at the bottom of the social food pyramid. Still, some of my friends are not so well-adapted to the nitpicking that accompanies a wardrobe costing less than $100 a day. I get a lot of complaints over who said what and why, and nothing usually comes of it anyway. Let them b***h, gripe and tease. So I wear a Sonic the Hedgehog tee and spend less than half an hour on my hair. And so what if my dearest friend is not a nominee for homecoming queen? "Originality" is the last thing on my mind. At least I don't have to have a stock holding to afford my pants.
Patchy · Mon Apr 18, 2005 @ 02:59am · 1 Comments |
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