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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-09-11 11:04 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-09-11 11:04 pm
What are these... friends you speak of?
Dude. There are goths in the freshman class, of the cool and non-stupid variety. And they zeroed in on me at dinner and we talked about Bauhaus and ebay addiction and the general annoyingness of being the only goths on a campus full of damn hippies. (Not that, you know, I have anything against damn hippies, just that it gets lonely wondering if you're the only one on the campus who's ever heard of Voltaire. The musician, not the dead French guy.)
It's funny how people clump together like this. Not only are they the only people I've met in over a year here who like the same music as I do, they're also the only other people I've met here who lean more to the libertarian than the radical-hippie-liberal side, who have a similar sense of fun, who make me feel like I can relax around them. Almost all the other goffish folk I've met, both here and out of school, have either struck me as being more metalheads than goth types or have immediately drawn me into "more-uber-than-thou" pissing contests because they knew they'd win. And almost everyone at Simon's Rock has been vaguely friendly, but I've always gotten the feeling that I'm an outsider.
Also funny the little dance we did around each other the first few weeks of school. "Hmm, she's wearing a Bauhaus shirt. Maybe I should say something." "Hmm, she commented on my Bauhaus shirt. Maybe I should say something next time I run into her." "Hmm, she's sitting alone at dinner wearing ten pounds of eyeliner and a PVC skirt, and she was wearing a Bauhaus shirt last week." "Hmm, she commented on my Bauhaus shirt last week and she has wicked awesome hair, and yet we have made eye contact at dinner and neither of us is saying anything." "I think I will make a random post in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
simonsrock." "Hmm, I think the person who just posted to simonsrock is the girl with the wicked awesome hair. I must now stalk her blog."
As you might imagine, the Bauhaus shirt turned up in conversation tonight.
Also, random really bad 80s movies are funny.
And I suppose it's unavoidable now; it's been obvious for a while, but never before have I flat-out admitted it: I am goth. Hear me squeak. Squeak, baby-bat, squeeeeak.
It's funny how people clump together like this. Not only are they the only people I've met in over a year here who like the same music as I do, they're also the only other people I've met here who lean more to the libertarian than the radical-hippie-liberal side, who have a similar sense of fun, who make me feel like I can relax around them. Almost all the other goffish folk I've met, both here and out of school, have either struck me as being more metalheads than goth types or have immediately drawn me into "more-uber-than-thou" pissing contests because they knew they'd win. And almost everyone at Simon's Rock has been vaguely friendly, but I've always gotten the feeling that I'm an outsider.
Also funny the little dance we did around each other the first few weeks of school. "Hmm, she's wearing a Bauhaus shirt. Maybe I should say something." "Hmm, she commented on my Bauhaus shirt. Maybe I should say something next time I run into her." "Hmm, she's sitting alone at dinner wearing ten pounds of eyeliner and a PVC skirt, and she was wearing a Bauhaus shirt last week." "Hmm, she commented on my Bauhaus shirt last week and she has wicked awesome hair, and yet we have made eye contact at dinner and neither of us is saying anything." "I think I will make a random post in
simonsrock." "Hmm, I think the person who just posted to simonsrock is the girl with the wicked awesome hair. I must now stalk her blog."As you might imagine, the Bauhaus shirt turned up in conversation tonight.
Also, random really bad 80s movies are funny.
And I suppose it's unavoidable now; it's been obvious for a while, but never before have I flat-out admitted it: I am goth. Hear me squeak. Squeak, baby-bat, squeeeeak.
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Seriously, though, are people that hesitant to make friends up there? Shit, down South people just amble up and start yakking and before you know it you've got a party planned. Sometimes to the point you wish people would stop bugging you. (This was true in college and out of it, too.)
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