This blog is just a result of a recent occurence.
So, I've learned to control myself whenever people comment about me, but this shit's gone kinda far.. So I go to a store around my neighbourhood, just to pick something up, and there's this line. So I'm waiting and waiting.. So there's this grown-ass this man behind me. You know that feeling when someone's just looking at you, staring you down, almost burning a hole into your face? Well, I felt that, and I know for a fact he's staring at my ears. So I'm just standing there, like, "Okay, what's this guy's problem?" So I can see him in the corner of my eye, just staring me down. Then all I hear is, "Ew. what the fuck's wrong with people these days. Kids just can't control themselves anymore...." WHAT THE FUCK? So I just turn around, give him that 'Kheila' look and just leave.
Honestly, I'm just sick and tired of these rude comments. 'Ew. Nasty. Gross. Disgusting. Emo kid. Suicidal freak.' Anything like that, it hurts to be honest. And having to hear that to some of the people I truly love, and some that's family, those comments hurt like a bitch. Or, even those 'ew' looks? It truly makes me feel like some freak. Speaking of family, I get alot of comments and looks from them. And as I get older, I realize how bitter and rude some of the old people can get. I also realize the consequences I have to face when I do get older with these stretched lobes. I just hate the fact that they still think I'm that stupid little teen that does stupid shit. I'm fifteen, I know what I'm doing, just fuck off and let me live for now. Lastly, I realize that I'm in that teen identity crisis thing. Again, I don't give a flying fuck, let me do me, and you do you.
What I don't understand is, how can someone have the audacity to comment so rudely on someone you don't even know. They judge so quick.. I don't get it, I'm the chillest person you will ever meet. I won't judge you on what you look like, tattoos, piercings, I don't care what you are, gay, lesbian, bisexual, I don't give, you can be my friend, I won't judge you.. But that's just a perfect example on how society views people with body modifications or people that are different overall. I mean, if you've experienced something exactly like this, you know what I'm talking about. Like, dude I'm not even heavily modified. I've had 2 cartilage piercings, I have a couple of scar tattoos, and I'm at a 2g on my lobes for crying out loud. Like, to me, body modifications and tattoos are artforms. If you disagree, then just keep it to yourself.
Take it from me, you should be proud to show your tattoos, or modify your body in ways that make you unique or anything. Don't take shit from anyone, and just ignore the ignorant.
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I guess I've just hit rock bottom.
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