I'm lonely aging punker.
I can't say it's a new feeling, as I've had very little exposure to like minded people. I grew up (and live) in a wealthy suburb, and most of my friends have been the social norm. I befriend on the basis of whom I get along with, and those who I think'll be good friends.
Although I have good friends (mostly moved across country, hence the loneliness), there has always been a disconnect between us, as I have the punk/ska/hardcore/metal/horror movie obession, and they just like the "normal" shit.
Bunch of fuckin' white suburb kids who like to pretend they're "gangstas" and understand the "ghetto" mentality, or at least enought to like the whole "bling" fucking bullshit.
No real conclusion to this journal I guess. I'm lonely and depressed, but that's mostly been the norm in my 25 years. I need an anchor in life, so I can at least have one person who can understand (or at least tolerate) my bullshit.
I guess I'm venting cause I'm sad. My grandmother is dying and I'm alone (again), and can't make sense of anything right now. I guess this serves that purpose at least.
I should mention I expect no pity or sympathy, as I don't think my life sucks or whatever. Sometimes one just needs an outlet for pain and sadness. This is mine (though I think I need a more personal one).
Peace 'n Love,
Some Aging Punker
P.S. I like it better when girls smile. It just seems more genuine than when they try to look sexy. Smile for me, and you've won my heart.
I can't say it's a new feeling, as I've had very little exposure to like minded people. I grew up (and live) in a wealthy suburb, and most of my friends have been the social norm. I befriend on the basis of whom I get along with, and those who I think'll be good friends.
Although I have good friends (mostly moved across country, hence the loneliness), there has always been a disconnect between us, as I have the punk/ska/hardcore/metal/horror movie obession, and they just like the "normal" shit.
Bunch of fuckin' white suburb kids who like to pretend they're "gangstas" and understand the "ghetto" mentality, or at least enought to like the whole "bling" fucking bullshit.
No real conclusion to this journal I guess. I'm lonely and depressed, but that's mostly been the norm in my 25 years. I need an anchor in life, so I can at least have one person who can understand (or at least tolerate) my bullshit.
I guess I'm venting cause I'm sad. My grandmother is dying and I'm alone (again), and can't make sense of anything right now. I guess this serves that purpose at least.
I should mention I expect no pity or sympathy, as I don't think my life sucks or whatever. Sometimes one just needs an outlet for pain and sadness. This is mine (though I think I need a more personal one).
Peace 'n Love,
Some Aging Punker
P.S. I like it better when girls smile. It just seems more genuine than when they try to look sexy. Smile for me, and you've won my heart.