| To Die: |
| A few years agao, one afternoon a friend came over to my place. As this was his first ever visit, I being the Hostess, gave him the grand tour. He paused at the bookcases lining the livingroom. Gazed at the wall hangings and prints. Taking his time taking it all in. When he finally came back to look at me, he said, "So you're Goth". I paused for a moment not sure what to say. I am Me. Being Goth was something I heard about, but never thought to self-identify with. So I said, "Sure". He looked at me all shades of puzzeled. He didn't mean anything by his statement, it was just a conclusion he came too. Then he began to list the reasons he came to that conclusion. He could tell by my response I was confused so he did his best to explain. When he finished I just mentioned I had never thought about this way before. If putting this label on me made him feel more comfortable then so be it. I could care less either way. To which he responded, " That is SO Goth". *hand*staple*forehead* I give up :) |
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