"Emo" is short for "emotional." But the word has transformed into a way to identify a certain look, a certain way of dressing, a certain haircut, a certain music taste. There are usually skinny jeans and swoopy bangs involved, with some Dashboard Confessional playing in the background.I own skinny jeans.
I have swoopy bangs.
I have been to a Dashboard Confessional concert. (Sadly not wearing my skinny jeans.)
But I wouldn't consider myself an emo kid by any stretch of the imagination.
What would I consider myself? Defining myself is quite possibly one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. Someone asked me to do that the first time I had a conversation with them. Surprised but intrigued, I gave it a shot. I don't think I was as honest as I would have liked to have been, but I wasn't dishonest in any way either. I just defined myself relatively safely. I said nothing that would make me sound as complicated as they probably know I am now. I can't even remember what I said. I know I described myself as "more passionate than most," as someone who feels more deeply than the average person.
But does that define me?
I'm preppy with an edge.
I cry easily.
I'm a little crazy.
I love deeply.
I could go on.
But I don't think I'll ever be able to completely define myself, because every day adds another line to the definition of Anwen Elizabeth Norman. And I'm completely ok with that. If I ever get to the point where I can be completely defined, I've missed the point completely.
Being this self-reflective on my own photoblog might just qualify me as an emo kid for tonight.
2 comments:
All I can say is wow. Well done, you are starting to understand this thing after all. Man, who ever asked you to be self reflective must be really smart. And the write up, well the ending is perfect.
Just noticed the presence of punctuation in your comment. Nice. you know I appreciate that. ;)
It really makes me happy that you liked it.
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