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8:02 a.m.
2002-10-18
Personality Stratification
Taken from an earlier writing...
As I sit and listen to Zelda music and wait for my blueberry waffles with the Pillsbury doughboy on them to cook, I can't help but overhear my sister as she talks on the phone. She's telling her friend Chris to break up with his girlfriend because she's a "prep" and a "poser". She spits the words out as if they were something disgusting.
So what I am lead to believe is that, simply because Sally and her friends are "punks", preps are the spawn of Satan. And why not? *puts on a stuffy professor voice a la Lisa Sigel* Since the dawn of time, punks and preps have been mortal enemies, bent on each others' destruction. *end voice* It makes perfect sense for Chris to break up with his girlfriend on those grounds. She's a prep and a poser. Gasp.
Forgive me for saying this, but so the fuck what.
What the fuck does it matter whether or not you're a punk, a prep, a stoner, a nerd, a loser, a goth, a jock? These are high school stereotypes that don't mean jack in the real world. Sure, you see 30 and 40 year olds dressing like punks, piercing and tattooing themselves, but they don't run around calling themselves punks. My mother wears leather and rides a motorcycle, but if you give her the cliche of a biker chick, she'll laugh in your face.
We're people. That's all. And if you hate punks or preps or nerds, it means you hate people. And let's face it--it takes a lot more energy to hate than you think. Let's try not to imagine what it would be like to hate everyone. You think life sucks now, "goths"? Try literally hating everyone. You might think you do, but really, you don't. You wouldn't be able to survive if you did. Just keep in mind that when anyone discriminates between any group of people, that's ultimately what you're doing--hating everyone.
I wear both khakis and baggy times ten jeans. I spend time on my hair one day, and barely remember to brush it the next. Does that make me the "poser" my sister and her friends seem to despise? Sure, more than likely. But to me, it makes me me. Call me a poser and threaten to "kick my ass" for being one all you want. I'm me. That's all there is to it.
All this does is take us back to a day where class ruled all. Lower class members of society weren't allowed into temples, governmental buildings, and so forth. Class isn't as huge a deal now, at least where I'm from, but personality stratifications are taking its place. No one deserves that shit. Yet it goes on all the time, simply because you don't realize that we're all just people.
Get over yourselves. Punk or prep, it's not going to matter when you hit the real world. Whether you're 14 or 24, might as well get used to it now.
Quote for the Day: "It's 9:28, Dad--you better be eating dinner." --me, trying to get a rise out of my dad via answering machine