I have been called four eyes, gay (when I was only in second grade), a transsexual for having dreads, I have heard plenty of childish insults to make me feel disenchanted by the public since middle school. Especially some insults of my intellect from my own mom.
When you are grown up, you start to have this feeling that even though kids were cruel, grown people are no different from them nowadays. So, what do we do?
We do what they won’t: embrace our “mistakes.” Or rather, we retread and make ourselves less like the majority everyday. Green hair, makeup, whatever. Anything to flip the bird at the majority’s belief that everything about the common is normal.
And for anyone who cares so much about who they are to other people, they may as well be at the receiving end of a punk’s bird.
The idea of being yourself is not to gain anyone’s approval to fit in anywhere in any way. That used to be the point of punk culture, actually. To make people accept that nobody is the same and nothing is the same. At least, no one is supposed to be. Somebody everywhere is different in their own way, and if they can’t take that, then to quote Roboert Freeman of the Boondocks, “tough tittay.”
I met with plenty of people who were beautiful weirdoes, and I respect them highly for being honest and more human than human will admit. I met a girl who prides herself in Atheism and weirdness, someone who was made fun of from her lips to her voice, and became a social anarchist ever since, and someone who doesn’t mind delivering any choice words to anyone trying to tell her how to live.
Punks grew up with the idea that there is more to life than just their looks and stuff. Instead of being placed in the middle of a factory of mediocrity, they stress for the idea of being better. And the more they figure it out, the underrated they still are, because they don’t really fit the majority. Ask or tell a weirdo or a punk how they ought to be, and they will flip a middle figner at you, just for trying to suggest they shouldn’t be what they are. If every one of them had a chance to do that daily, people would get the idea of diversity and acceptance more.
That my friends is the beauty and the true meaning of accepting yourself as you are in a world where no one else really will.
Wouldn’t anyone agree?