Pondering givng up an identity
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:32 pm
Recently something has happened, directly related to my having to live with my mother, and being unemployed.
I have come to the decision to sell my 1968 Mustang. I just cannot fathom being able to repair the rust damaged body any time soon. I love the machine, but I also want it to be loved and cared for, something I cannot provide this point in my life.
Another position I am kinda being forced into is giving up my personal identity. I bemoaned this probability when I announced I was having to move in with mother. This move indeed curtailed my skirt wearing. Well now it has moved on to my Gothic styles, as well as my leggings.
This was due to my mother's reactions to a really nice guitar I got, with money I had put aside for the purpose. I had been using my brother's Les Paul which he wanted back, and I wanted a unique instrument...which this is http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww10 ... nister.jpg
Well it really wasn't the money that was the issue. It was the Gothic look. She started flying off the handle about how Goths go into high schools and shoot students and teachers.
Yea, that's right, she still thinks those stinking idiots of Columbine were Goth, despite the report 10 years later that said both law enforcement, and the media messed up, and used the Goth community as a scape goat. Those Twits had red shoe laces running through their boots, had Swastikas on their bodies, and were wearing dark GRAY dusters. This was neo Nazi crap.
Despite this, my mother still thinks that Goths are murderers. Which is ironic cause looking at the headlines there is only one heinous crime connected with my black clad brethren, and that was the headlines following Columbine. All other heinous crimes carried out by people fitting the Gang Banger, or Red Neck category. There is even a law enforcement officer who has come right out and said he prefers dealing with groups of goths because often they are nicer to deal with, and usually are in trouble for under age drinking, and pot. (DUH).
Well, despite this, I am having to stop wearing darker colors, and I think my leggings. Or get kicked out.
I just don't think that is fair. It is not my fault I lost my job. It is not my fault greedy bastards drove this country into recession, yet I am having to live as if it was my fault. As if I brought it upon myself. I spent all day yesterday in Blue Jeans a T-shirt, and my god I felt old.
I know I am in my mid 30s, but I hate to give up something I like...just like the Mustang. I may be in my mid 30s, but my mind is that of a 28 year old, and I hope it remains that way, into my 90s. What was that song George Burns sang? Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if your young at heart. Well that's me, and I like it this way.
Then again, maybe I am just pathetic.
I feel I am losing my identity, and becoming one of the masses.
Scenes from Pink Floyd The Wall are running through my mind.
I have come to the decision to sell my 1968 Mustang. I just cannot fathom being able to repair the rust damaged body any time soon. I love the machine, but I also want it to be loved and cared for, something I cannot provide this point in my life.
Another position I am kinda being forced into is giving up my personal identity. I bemoaned this probability when I announced I was having to move in with mother. This move indeed curtailed my skirt wearing. Well now it has moved on to my Gothic styles, as well as my leggings.
This was due to my mother's reactions to a really nice guitar I got, with money I had put aside for the purpose. I had been using my brother's Les Paul which he wanted back, and I wanted a unique instrument...which this is http://i710.photobucket.com/albums/ww10 ... nister.jpg
Well it really wasn't the money that was the issue. It was the Gothic look. She started flying off the handle about how Goths go into high schools and shoot students and teachers.
Yea, that's right, she still thinks those stinking idiots of Columbine were Goth, despite the report 10 years later that said both law enforcement, and the media messed up, and used the Goth community as a scape goat. Those Twits had red shoe laces running through their boots, had Swastikas on their bodies, and were wearing dark GRAY dusters. This was neo Nazi crap.
Despite this, my mother still thinks that Goths are murderers. Which is ironic cause looking at the headlines there is only one heinous crime connected with my black clad brethren, and that was the headlines following Columbine. All other heinous crimes carried out by people fitting the Gang Banger, or Red Neck category. There is even a law enforcement officer who has come right out and said he prefers dealing with groups of goths because often they are nicer to deal with, and usually are in trouble for under age drinking, and pot. (DUH).
Well, despite this, I am having to stop wearing darker colors, and I think my leggings. Or get kicked out.
I just don't think that is fair. It is not my fault I lost my job. It is not my fault greedy bastards drove this country into recession, yet I am having to live as if it was my fault. As if I brought it upon myself. I spent all day yesterday in Blue Jeans a T-shirt, and my god I felt old.
I know I am in my mid 30s, but I hate to give up something I like...just like the Mustang. I may be in my mid 30s, but my mind is that of a 28 year old, and I hope it remains that way, into my 90s. What was that song George Burns sang? Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, if your young at heart. Well that's me, and I like it this way.
Then again, maybe I am just pathetic.
I feel I am losing my identity, and becoming one of the masses.
Scenes from Pink Floyd The Wall are running through my mind.