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Okay I have my blogs where I rant, complain and down-right bitch about stuff. I also have my pointless blogs and my writings. But what do you want to hear about?

What do the people of wordpress care about? I would like to know. So please comment about things you would like me to write about. I shall do my best to make it as entertaining as possible. Also feel free to subscribe to my blog. I new school year is coming up so there will be lots of new material. It’s like 90210 goes little farm town style! Sounds pretty darn awesome huh? Lemme know! 

So I just wrote this giant blog about how messed up my relationship with my family is. It has sparked another huh? question. Why does it have to be so awkward to talk to your family about stuff? Family is always there. What’s that line? Friends are now but family is forever? something like that. So if family is the greatest thing ever, why is it so weird to talk to your parents about personal subjects? I find it easier to talk to my friends about personal subjects than my parents. Is it just an age thing? I don’t know but I want to learn. Post back.

So I have decided to start a new subject on my blog. My new subject is called “huh?” It’s a part in my blog where I ask a question. It can be about life, romance, school, pretty much anything that confuses me at the moment. I hope to get some pretty awesome answers back, other peoples views are fascinating to me. Hope you guys like the new category!

 

So my question for the next little while is:

Why do so many people think it’s cool to be depressed? For me, I love converse shoes and the whole black clothing thing, but if I were to ever wear clothes like that I’d be labeled as “emo” or as a poser. I hate posers and I know I am not one. But somedays I like to wear skinny jeans and a black tee shirt. My wardrobe is mixed up; some days I am in Hollister and some days I am wearing Roxy. I wear my clothes because I like them, not because I want to be put into a certain group. All these people who call themselves “emo” and say they are “tortured souls” wear a darker clothing style. Which is fine I get that you like to look tougher but why do you have to say you are depressed to do so. I was taken back when I heard that someone I knew was saying they were a “tortured soul” I knew she had issues with her parents but she is always smiling and always dancing around.. HAPPILY and saying she was HAPPY. So how does that make her depressed? Depression is a growing epidemic in teens but now it’s suddenly cool if you dress in dark colours and label yourself as “emo.” If you ask me you are pretty stupid to pile on the makeup and act sad all the time to fit in. But what bugs me most is I am looked down on because I do not wear black makeup on my eyes, I enjoy having a tan and I love to laugh with my friends. I like who I am as a person and I don’t not talk to someone because of their style choices. But my question is, why do people have to be dark to be cool? Why do people have to hate life to hang out with you? Why am I not a normal person because I see the bright side in things?