Emo is a genre of music.
Emocore is a type of rock music, originating
. It often describes feelings
of love, and sometimes sadness, which is why people
'emo kids' as constantly
Emo does not mean emotional
. It's true that this was the word used for the genre, but music besides emo can be emotional
. An 'emo kid' is not an emotional
person. Everybody has emotions, and people
of any music taste and fashion style can be sensitive to emotions.
Emo is not a person, or a type of person.
At the very best, an 'emo kid' is someone who is a dedicated
fan of emo bands.
It has nothing
to do with wearing skinny jeans
, bands shirts, tight sweaters, or thick-rimmed glasses. That's just a modern style that tons
(whether they like emocore or not) wear.
YOU ARE NOT EMO IF YOU CUT YOURSELF.
If you cut yourself, you have
problems, no doubt. Self-mutilation
is a symptom of bipolar disorder, chronic depression, and schizophrenia, along with
many other mental conditions. Cutting yourself
solves nothing. Some might think
it helps, but it's just a useless coping mechanism that will
only cause more
problems in the long run.
If you cut yourself
for attention, you are pathetic
. There are other, healthier, less painful, less idiotic ways to get attention than drawing
your own blood.
And as for all the people who think
everything about emo kids, and that they're so very superior for making fun of them, you're full of bullshit.
If you can't find anything
better to do with
your time, or at least anyone more guilty
to make fun of, you are about as pathetic
as those attention seekers
who cut themselves to get bitched at by you.
scenario 'emo kid':
Smiling to my friend, I walked over and handed
him an earbud
so we could listen to our favourite
New. After we'd picked our song, I put my mp3 player
back into the pocket of my baggy jeans and walked into school, talking to my friend.
scenario poser 'emo kid':
I shifted uncomfortably in my skinny
jeans. They were
way too tight, but I was pretty sure I saw some girls
looking at me and giggling out of the corner of my eye. Maybe. I took
out my iPod and turned up Dashboard Confessional as loud as it would go. As I saw what looked to me like fellow emos, I rolled up my sleeves inconspicuously to reveal a few cuts. They
walked past quickly, not sparing me a second
glance. Dejected, I turned my music back down in time to hear kids chanting none too quietly behind me"
E is for emotional, ruins everybody's day.
M is for miserable
O is for on the dark side, 'cause we have some fresh cookies! COOKIES! "