Judging a book by its cover

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   So, this really pisses me off. I got glasses, friend called me hipster. Wrong. I got my hair cut short, girl in gym called me lesbian. Wrong. Stop judging me! Are you stupid? Do not, I repeat do not, call me that! I am not a hipster just because I have glasses! I'm not lesbian just because I have short hair!

      Grow up already! I have friends that make people question my sexuality, sure, but everyone does! Don't even get me started on hipsters. I do not wear American flag booty shorts. I do not have ombre hair. My glasses are prescription. Do not call me a hipster. I'm an actual individual. I enjoy metal, rock, classical music, and pop. I don't fit a stereotype, except maybe geek. I'm only considered a geek because I'm in my school's honors class and I like superhero movies. I don't find anything wrong with that.

   People think that just because I'm a fangirl that all I talk about is my fandom(s). I talk about boys, shoes, and clothes just like any other teenage girl! I have chores, I get grounded, I do homework, I'm a relatively average teenager. Yet, I'm discriminated against just because people think things that aren't true about me.

   People at my school are especially sensitive about things like being gay and lesbian,too, but I'll save that for another rant. Anyways, I've been called goth and emo because I shop at Hot Topic constantly and wrote one angsty poem. One. Seriously, it's okay for a drunk psycho, like Edgar Allan Poe, to write all the depressing poetry he wants, but when I do it it's the most horrible thing in the world. I'm sorry, but no.

   Stop it people. Sure, some people are exactly like what they look like. Like one of my so called friends who abandoned me. She looks like a total snob, and surprise surprise, she turned out to be one. Other times, people are exactly the opposite of what they look like. For example, a guy in a few of my classes. He looks like a jock, hangs out with all the sport players, and plays basketball. Turns out, he isn't a stuck up jock. I asked him a survey question (Marvel or DC) and he answered me, saying Marvel and after he say that I had a son't know section said that anyone who didn't know at least one or the other lived under a rock. After that he has been really nice to me. A so called geek. He sends an occasional grin my way, helped me move my desk in class, and during a group project said I should be the leader. I dare say I may be developing a crush.

   Stay angry, my friends!

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