Oh god. Not again.
Not another one of you hormonal Goth's. You sit there in your small, dark cave of a room...contemplating suicide when your just upset beacause your mom won't let you stay out past curfew. Give me a fucking break.

I don't quite comprehend, you say you want to be an individual? You say you want to be you? Then why do you all dress the same? BLACK. Sadly, Gothism is a trend for emotionaly retarded and confused people. The other evening, I was at a party. From the room across from mine, I overheard a heated discussion between fellow Goth's.

I walked into the room and just listened. Here is a small over view of their conversation.

GOTH # 1
"Man, I hate my creator (goth lingo for mom). She is such a wire noose around my neck. I hate the bitch. She won't give me any independance!"

GOTH # 2
"Yes, I agree. My Kin Unit is a waste of souls. They never treat me with any respect. They don't care about me, nor I them."

blah blah fuckity-blah.
And so on, and so forth.

I made a brave move to enter in the conversation. I said a quick "hi" and moved in for the kill. They looked at me like I was a freak. I asked, "How old are you?"

15
16

"How did you get here tonight?" Was my second question.

"Well, I uh, was supposed to come here with some friends...."

"How did you get here?" I again asked. With his eyes to the floor, he replied "My mom". I asked the other lad( Who quite much resembled a starved girl) the same.

"I drove" he beamed proudly.

I laughed silently inside.

Sorry, this post is starting to be a little long. Let me just get straight to my point.

It turns out that it was his parents car. His parents paid the insurance, gave him money for gas too. Neither had a job, and both were residing at home. You say you want freedom? No you don't. If you want to be an independant individual, free from the "death" grips of your parents; turn off your fucking woe-is-me music, get a job...buy a house and do it.

But no. You asses can't. You're disturbed people. Get into reality.

AND KNOW THIS.
In order to have your utopia, you need to conform to some degree, And realizing this, is knowing all.