Alissa
At my high school in the 80s, if you weren't a jock, and you weren't a freak (long-hairs who listened to Metallica) then you were an X factor.
X factors at my school included the punks, and the new wavers. Punk was still big in 86, a lot of my friends were punks, but I was a new waver.
We were few, we dressed strange. I had a penchant for wearing all-black during a time long before Goth was invented. I also used to partially paint my face some days. One day, my friend Amy and I got made up and went to the mall... and made small children cry we looked so scary. (We loved that, still talk about it to this day).
The clique of 6-8 of us (in a high school that held over 300 in my class alone) used to get the sh*t beat outta us on a quasi-regular basis. I think we gave the jocks and freaks a way to unite - a common enemy to break up their age-old hostility of beating up one another.
I think the willingness to be different (such as the Goths) is the first step to personal independance. Learning to say, "I dont give a flying fuc& what you think of my hair or clothes," and as a teenager no less, was very good for me. It does, however, have its consequences.
But I learned to assert my individuality at a tender young age, and I think the saving grace to such teenage antics are the crucible for the personality that they provide. You will either break under pressure, or hold together - it's up to what you're made of inside, I reckon.
X factors at my school included the punks, and the new wavers. Punk was still big in 86, a lot of my friends were punks, but I was a new waver.
We were few, we dressed strange. I had a penchant for wearing all-black during a time long before Goth was invented. I also used to partially paint my face some days. One day, my friend Amy and I got made up and went to the mall... and made small children cry we looked so scary. (We loved that, still talk about it to this day).
The clique of 6-8 of us (in a high school that held over 300 in my class alone) used to get the sh*t beat outta us on a quasi-regular basis. I think we gave the jocks and freaks a way to unite - a common enemy to break up their age-old hostility of beating up one another.
I think the willingness to be different (such as the Goths) is the first step to personal independance. Learning to say, "I dont give a flying fuc& what you think of my hair or clothes," and as a teenager no less, was very good for me. It does, however, have its consequences.
But I learned to assert my individuality at a tender young age, and I think the saving grace to such teenage antics are the crucible for the personality that they provide. You will either break under pressure, or hold together - it's up to what you're made of inside, I reckon.
Here, here! Those who recognize love for what it is, and find it wherever they may in this life, are truly blessed indeed.