Alright, I've been hearing a lot about this emo shit lately, and I thought I had a pretty good grasp of what it was. But just to be on the safe side, I decide to go to the handy dandy www.urbandictionary.com and see what they have to say.
Emo:
"Punk music on estrogen. Often acoustic guitar with soft, high male vocals that dwell exessively on the singer's feelings, especially melancholy remembrances of past relationships/mistakes in life. A form of music that diverged from punk in the '80s, the name "emo" is derived from the emotive style of the lyrics and music. This genre has lately been marketed heavily by the music industry to teenagers with bands such as Dashboard Confessional and Taking Back Sunday and has seen much commercial and mainstream success. The music has also spawned a subculture which conforms to certain conventions in dress such as tight sweatshirts, tight band T-shirts and horn-rim glasses. Adherents profess to exessively melancholy temperments. Males that adhere to the emo subculture are sometimes confused with metrosexuals; indeed the line between the two is somwhat blurred, though both groups claim to be intouch with their emotional side. The ephemeral and hackneyed nature of emo songwriting suggests that its audience will be restricted largely to teenagers. the genre suffers from a lack of credibility outside the aforementioned demographic group, much like current Nu Metal bands." - Urbandictionary.com
Wow, that was insightful but in the end, I can sum that whole definition up with one word:
Pussy.
All of these emo shits I see are always bitching about their problems.
Blah-fucking-blah.
We dont care. Those of us who can go through a break up, or have our cat die without having the urge to cut ourselves, just look at you and think you're an asshole. Instead of facing shit like normal human beings, you have elected to be whiney shitheads and now you must let us all know with your weak poetry and you're depressing clothes.
"Oh, Mommy told me I suck at life, so now I'll walk around all day with a frown and have my emo buddies give me hugs and tell me its going to be alright, because I have nothing better to do with my time. Then I'll come home and I'll write some shitty poetry and gather a few of my shit eating emo friends together, and we'll go to starbucks and drink over priced coffee because that's what the cool emo kids do. Then I'll go back home and sit in my room and cry because I live in a two hundred thousand dollar house, have a closet full of clothes and eat at least three full meals a day, and tell my parents what pieces of shit they are, because they call my bluff whenever they see my moping around the house like a sad sack of shit."
Choke on this, assholes. No one gives a shit. The only people who might remotely give a damn about your insignificant problems are your sweater and box frame glasses wearing, emo asshole friends.
Heres some shit you can do in between writing bullshit poetry and crying over your asshole exboyfriend that you went out with for a month but still managed to "love" because he "knew the real you": Wake up. You're making problems up. If you're not making shit up then you're most likely over-exaggerating your problems. You're not the only person on the face of the Earth who broke up with someone. Also you're not the only person whose parents have divorced. Give it a rest, we dont care anymore. Stop the madness.
Don't e-mail me telling me I'm an asshole. I already know.