When your own counter culture has betrayed you...

last sat while i was with jeanie at an ukay-ukay in sta. mesa, we came accross 3 'rockers' (by saying rockers i mean to say that they're your stereotypical kid who professes to love rock music but is in no way part of a cohesive subcultural niche like let's say punk, metal or emo).

well i'd spare you the whinning that i gave jen after that account but what saddens me is that seeing how being into 2nd hand clothing, and punk, and emo, and skateboarding is now the norm of coolness makes me feel betrayed of the stuff that played a huge role in my teenage years. its so saddening that you're no longer thought of as a freak, nor regarded as un-cool by wearing studds or, thick rimmed glasses or tight t-shirts clothing. the same way that nike shoes are now worn by skaters. or how easy it is now to dress up looking like chad muska or talk about 'emo' or 'holden caufield' or how trendy it is to travel carrying a guitar or sing along to dashboard confessional or see your most hated rap-core/nu-metal crap bands play music that sounds like 'screamo' or kids think that avril lavigne and simple plan are punks is more than enough to make me cringe. and how me and other folks that i know who've played a part in the local punk/emo scene are now forgotten or worse regarded as cheesy know-it-all posers by the kids who've imitated us and turned out as snotty brats who always talk loud and given the chance make you feel uncool because you don't know of a band that's under fat wreck chords is totally dissappointing.

i must be growing old and growing apart from this scene that ought to have died along with the trc label.

i guess this is what happens when your own counter-culture has betrayed you...