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Mar 06, 2008 02:46 pm
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Goth Prob's
Problems only a Goth could have....
Trying to get blacks that match after they fade in the wash
(damn blue/black and brown/black)
Trying to convince the drunk frat boy who
is hitting on you that you really are a guy.
Big hair, small cars.
(Which goes right along with big hats and big skirts).
Airport metal detectors...
"Hang on, just let me unbuckle my boots.."
The "Shoes, then corset" dilemma.
Having your little sister nick your make-up.
Living with a slightly homophobic father.
Going to a school which nicknames you
"that gay devilworshipping freak
that dyed his hair purple"
Getting your jewelry tangled in your clothes/hair
(or, even worse, getting them tangled
in the clothes/hair of someone else)
People ask "what's so funny and
what prescription are you on?"
When your pointy-toe shoes/boots get
caught in the holes in the hem of your skirt.
Wearing a black turtleneck when it's 90 degrees outside
Accidentally removing someone's nose with
your spiky bracelet while dancing to Nemesis.
Getting people to look you in the eyes when you talk to them.
Getting your slave bracelet caught in your fishnets.
Unconsciously staring, and having people try to
look you in the eye to get your attention
-- which doesn't always work.
People declaring that your eyes are yellow,
when, in fact, they are green.
Having to reach for the salt with one hand
while holding back your sleeve with the other
so it doesn't drag in the gravy.
Trying to find your possessions in an all-black room.
Finding your coat in the pile on the bed after a party.
Trying to get the hair-dye stains out of your
towels / sink / floors / doors / ceilings
/ carpets / pets / furniture.
Being asked to defend your entire existence
in 30 seconds or less.
Finding a detergent to get those blacks blacker.
Thoroughly embarrassing yourself by finding that
fog makes you so bouncy you have to sing along
to your walkman, before you realize that fog also
means that you can't see the people nearby.
Having little kids tug on their parent's arm
and say, "Look, Mommy, isn't she pretty?
I want to look like her!" while the parents
grab the child and get away fast.
Trying to wash dishes with those flowy sleeves.
Having someone try to pick you up,
just so they can tell their friends
they've had sex with you.
Going out in the winter and having all the
metal stuff you are wearing
freeze against your exposed skin.
Returning home the next day after clubbing,
on a train full of businessmen.
Getting your skirt caught on:
...the buckles of your boots when you are walking up stairs
...part of the seat-adjustment-thingeee in the car
...your heels while walking.
...the outside of the door of your car while you're driving,
and you don't notice 'til you get where you
were going, only to find when you get there that
a portion of your outfit is now caked with road-slime.
Lending your eyeliner to a friend and finding out
later that he's returned it without mentioning that
he completely emptied the entire brand new tube.
Trying to buy mundane clothes to go job hunting
in and not being able to bring yourself to buy anything
with enough color.
The salt stains on the hems of skirts in winter.
Not being able to climb really small stairs
because the pointy toes on your pixie boots
stick out past your toes enough that you
can't get your actual toes on the steps.
Trying to stand up, and getting the hooks
on your left boot caught in the fishnets on
your right leg. And managing to look
graceful while extricating yourself.
Dancing in a corset.
Attempting to explain “goth” to someone who
has no familiarity with any reference you
manage to come up with.
Driving in a rather large cloak.
Getting other people's black eyeliner smudges
on your face from greeting hugs at the club.
Having to wash black lipstick off of your neck.
Wearing 24 rings and getting them all
stuck in various bits of lace and fishnet
(not all of it yours).
Having to rush out of bed the moment you
wake up just so you can get to the
bank / store / whatever before it closes.
Convincing someone that you are straight
even though you are wearing a skirt
and makeup.
Convincing your sister to let you use
her makeup because you are too
broke/cheap to buy your own.
Trying to find women's clothes that fit you
without it looking too obvious that that
is what you are trying to do.
Wearing that ultra-cool pewter cross you just
bought to the club, spinning around and knocking
yourself silly...then trying to cover your
dizziness and nonchalantly checking your
forehead for blood while still dancing.
Finding that your freshly washed black t-shirt
is covered in bits of lint, which while undetectable
by the naked eye, show up very well under UV,
thereby making you appear to have terminal dandruff.
Waking up at with the most painful hangover ever.
Walking to the little store to get aspirin, thinking
"Damn even my feet hurt like hell".
Then realizing that you're wearing
someone else's Docs.
Knowing that the term “Soccer Mom”
has other connotations.
Walking into ‘Gilley’s, and having
it dawn on you, that you have
entered the Twilight Zone.
Trying to explain to someone that
Goths CAN be Christians….
and so can a**holes.
*Being able to identify with all the above* |
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| Mar 20, 2008 10:29 am |
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| d'ya know, all of those are so true. even though im a guy, about 65% of them actually apply. only so low coz i don't go round wearing a fucking skirt and fishnets all the fuckin time. but i get wot you mean |
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| Mar 23, 2008 02:10 am |
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| lol...Cleo your so crazy lmfao XP |
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| Mar 24, 2008 08:32 pm |
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| okay my mom once told me i look like a raccon when i had put accordding to her put too much on and it look like ozzy and alice cooper went to town on my eyes . though it was the first time i put eyeliner on . but most of these do apply to me , and dad wont buy me any black clothing most are second hand which rules |
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| Mar 31, 2008 03:17 am |
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| almost all of these aply to me -__- |
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| Mar 31, 2008 03:17 am |
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| Except the skirt things. I hate skirts. |
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| Mar 31, 2008 07:56 pm |
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| who would wear skirts....ya now skirts over jeans yea thats a fashion statement (sorry if i act blond thats all were aloud to watch in class is fashion shows) |
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| Mar 31, 2008 08:06 pm |
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| I had to ware only skirts untill I turned 13 |
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| Mar 31, 2008 08:06 pm |
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| Mar 31, 2008 08:18 pm |
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| ya the worst part is when my grandparents come i have to dress up girly for them |
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| Apr 01, 2008 01:07 am |
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| That's gotta suck. I don't girl up for anyone. If it was a serious favor for a friend than yes I would ware a skirt but any other reason and it ain't gonna happen |
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| Apr 02, 2008 06:10 am |
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| personally i don't think id ever wear one (wonder why? lol). i hate the thought of them. |
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| Apr 02, 2008 06:17 am |
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| of course you do :b guys don't ware skirts....unless they're gay or transvestites... |
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Apr 02, 2008 08:07 am
Edited : Apr 02, 2008 08:07 am |
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| and how do you know im not ... lol XD |
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| Apr 02, 2008 08:09 am |
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| eh, I wouldn't care. one of my best friends is gay and he's awsome |
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