Something that I have always had the hardest time understanding
is society’s need to demonize or degrade things that they genuinely don’t
understand. I know this sounds like a bunch of millennial BS, but I assure you
that is not where I am going with this. I am not talking about coming to terms
with your 24 different sexual and gender identities. I am speaking to those who
feel on the outside because of the type of music you listen to, or the only
color you wear is black. Yes, I am talking about the emo generation, and no it
is not a phase. It is a life style.
I am a proud emo kid, and I’m 24. However, I sometimes feel
extremely judged for it. I wear all black and listen to loud angry music, but I
swear I have been treated like I go around kicking kittens and setting churches
on fire. Which is not the case. Have you seen kittens? They’re far too cute to
kick. I just don’t understand why we are still all lumped into the Satan worshiping
stereotype, or that people assume that because we listen to screamy music we
are all criminals or murders in training. It just doesn’t make any sense. Take
the song Second & Sebring by Of Mice & Men. It is one of the most
lyrically beautiful songs I have ever heard. It’s about a boy becoming a man
and begging his deceased mother to be proud of him. Oh yeah, so Satanic.
I live and breath music. It is my solace, and it’s my escape.
Always has been. Yes, it has shaped my sense of style and self, but it has NEVER
made me homicidal. Nor has it given me the urge to sacrifice goats and virgins
(or virgin goats if you’re an ATL fan 😊). This just really bugs me. My music doesn’t
make me any more of a bad person than going to church makes religious people
good ones. It’s out individual actions that define us, not our style or music.
So, I would appreciate it if you could go out and do just that. If you’re going
to make a judgment make damn sure it’s on a solid character trait, and not some
arbitrary thing like music preferences.
“Who knew you’d be
hated for being who you are? Be a big target for all the insecure. There’s a bullseye
painted on our chests in the cross hairs of the ignorant, but I am not your
scapegoat anymore.” ~Beartooth
