At some point in ancient history, right next to the invention of black pasta, someone thought it was a cool idea to schedule a goth party on a thursday, if that happened for all the poor fellows that have to work on the weekend or to rightfully exploit the army of unemployed bums that overrun every party with their freaky hair styles and stay till the last bitch is out of the door, i don’t know.
However recently, due to circumstances not quite feasible either, all parties that lay on a saturday seized to exist, leaving everyone in the totally rediculous position of having to choose where to go on thursdays and having to find something to do on saturday.
While this is not really of any importance, it is a symbol of a truth long neglected in the goth scene – the difference between beeing goth – and having a job:
Sometimes, when i have really nothing else to do, i listen to the emotional problems of people in my social surrounding – there are girls who constantly wonder why oh why they won’t find a boyfriend that isn’t
What these “girls” – in favour of what they never will be, “women” – do not think about is if you want a sports car, would you buy it on the junkyard? Granted, there are nice people in the goth scene: me, my buddies, some people from this website.
But if you go home with someone that has randomly shaven hair, do you really expect he could be a banker?
Now some women will argue ” what, there are many doctors and stuff in the scene, after all it’s a scene of thinkers!” – those are pretty much the same ones wondering how such a nice “person” (what she naturally saw in the approximately 5 seconds before she went with him) can live in a world of junk, sleep on a matress without bed underneath and change his green neon clothes in the morning against orange ones to clean the city with.
Of course running around like an exact copy of Marilyn Manson or that The Cure guy is a bulletproof sign of good character and uniqueness! Of course they’re not just wearing that skirt to get a fuck! Of course his employer will be a respectable corporation placing great value on looks and accountability! There is no way in hell that he might be an uneducated underachiever sporting a fashionable hairstyle in favour of a respectable life! How can one think that in a scene of emotional wreckages and people “too cool” to get a decent job you won’t get the one guy or girl that is good for you but some wierd ass punk that has nothing going on in his life but matches your selection criteria perfectly: looks only
What brings me to something completely different:
Relationships in goth terms are more complicated to build up than a merger of two japanese megacorps, NO guy would ever take someone he wouldnt consider to be three leagues above him (remember, looks only), same goes for the girls. Since everyone is also highly aware of the uniqueness of his character that just noone else has ever become aware of, this can become quite a bargaining. Like when an asteriod is contemplating crashing into jupiter or saturn – the one is big, the other has rings
The whole process of getting to the bottom of the other’s feelings ( checking what girls he thinks are hot via checking the pictures on what could be considered the german version of a myspace profile) makes me sick from even having to listen to parts of it, telling them ” you’re (what everyone who doesn’t know you and your unique shiny silver plated character would consider) a slut, do you expect him to marry you?” doesnt bring you friends either .
Everyone’s perception of him/herself is so wry that you can’t even start argueing with them.
They still have this image of themselves that they are looking for the one person to marry and have kids with, when in reality all they look for is a cheap fuck. Which would be ok if they just accepted that – noone wants to have kids with a man wearing a skirt i guess – but they still act as if the world went away the moment one of those people does the unthinkable and turns down the offer. As if there weren’t 50 clones of him in the very same room.
The best thing would be them accepting their worthless sluttyness and not ask me for the way to end their lonelyness if they can’t handle my answer.
Does this really have to start on thursdays already?
