thought #3

i will tell you two things i really, really hate:
1) hairdressers who, when you says you want is LONG in the FRONT and SHORT in the BACK, say OK, i getcha, you don't have to keep telling me, i know just what you mean, that's emo, right? yep, i've seen lots of pictures of that, i know, right....and then, what do you know, they cut your hair goddam LONG ON THE SIDES and take an inch off the bangs you've been working on growing out since August, even though WHILE THEY ARE HOLDING THE SCISSORS you are saying Don't cut any off the bangs! leave the bangs at that length, it's good there! and they go OK -- snip -- i won't take --snip-- any off the bangs. see, like that? now i'll cut it so the left side is an inch longer than the right, and there you go. how many times will it take, woman, until you hear me that i don't want something styled and chic, i don't want the haute couture version of emo, i want EMO, like the way i keep saying, but noooo, it's cool, i'll just cut your fricking hair the way I think will look good, and while i'm at it i'll pretend i'm listening to your pleading to Not Cut The Bangs, Please, Not Even A Trim, I Like Them Like This, Thank You.
2) all the stupid people who've started writing emo poetry. i can't even begin to scratch the surface of how much this annoys me. people see emo on the internet, or on television, or in real life, and they'll think Hey Look! It's a bandwagon passing by! i'll jump on that one too, just like i jumped on last years, and so on. well, i've got news for you, pals: being EMO, as everyone has labeled it, does not mean you just wear black and have the hair and...write the poetry. and DON'T you fricking try to tell me it's just a music genre...or rather, if that's what you want to think, go on living in your dream world. oh, and btw....you know those green/brown/white shirts you buy at JCPenney's with the skulls on them? THOSE DON'T MAKE YOU EMO. GOT IT? thank you. anyway, people start writing these poems that barely even make any sense, they're trying so hard to be emo. it's completely pathetic, and i can't stand it. that's just not how the world works, guys. you sit down and write something like "standing on the edge of this cliff/one more step and down i will fall/like tears that run down your cheeks/my life is spirling into this abyss." that, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call stereotype. if you've ever written those times in a poem and thought they were swell, sorry. but i'm telling you people: writing basic i-hate-my-life sob poems is NOT what "emo" is.