...so punk rock

So we were chillin’ at the local BK joint when a murder of fine young cannibals entered the place in linear fashion. Colour co-ordinated black shirts with eponymous band names, matching tapered Levi’s – worn almost too low and too tight (an attempt at producing an image just shy of cool). There was a striking contrast between their porcelain skin underneath their black cottons and eye liner. You know the kind, those “emo” kids, displaying a carefully manufactured aloofness. Wallflowers, more self assured than they actually are. Here it seemed that they wanted to say that they felt confident in their indifference to convention, that they are ‘different’. Oh…are they now? I’m not saying that you shouldn’t wear tight black jeans and black t-shirts, - if worn in good taste I think you’d look pretty cool. But it seems ridiculously delinquent when they claim creative individuality while dressing to look just like their mates. They’re really no different from anyone else. Insecurity I suppose is an intrinsic part of our humanness, I guess we all struggle with/for acceptance-whether we choose to admit it or not. I certainly do.