Hey can we just take a second and talk about society? And how fucked up it is that everybody is forced to conform?
It pisses me off that everyone has dress a certain way and look a certain way and be a certain weight and be held certain unattainable standard to be considered pretty. It pisses me off that people are no longer judged by their work ethic or their personality or how they treat other people or the grades that they get, they’re judged on how they look and how they present themselves. What does it matter if somebody wants to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt everyday? Doesn’t it matter more that they’re getting their work done and that they’re getting good grades?
Apparently not. You’re supposed to give a fuck what other people think of how you dress and do your hair. That’s supposed to be just as important as how well you work and getting the work done.
This whole generation has depression and has anxiety because all the adults in our lives who are supposed to be teaching us and preparing us for the real world have become more worried about looks and appearances and conformance than getting to know students and figuring out why they act the way they do.
No one cares anymore it’s just a matter of looking good and acting like nothing’s wrong ever. Bad days aren’t ever allowed. Everyone has problems and someone always has it worse than you so no one’s problems are ever valid. You have to smile no matter what, no one’s allowed to cry, and worse your still expected to follow everyone else’s standards of pretty and proper and whatever the fuck else.
I’m sorry I don’t want to be told how to dress or that the fact that I like my baggy clothes- which are my boyfriend’s by the way, who I haven’t seen in months and haven’t talked to in weeks- is “inappropriate”. Wearing that makes me feel a little better and miss him a little less and that’s fucking valid. At least I’m covered. I don’t care what other people think about it. It’s high school. What matters is getting through it with enough to get you through college. The clothes you wear don’t matter.
I don’t appreciate being told to my face that I need to be medicated just because I wear sweatshirts a lot and that automatically means I can’t deal with my depression.
Anyway. I’m just irritated with our fucking society. I can’t even say mad because I honestly couldn’t give a single fuck less what anyone thinks.
So yeah I’m done now. (And need a goddamn nap people are fucking exhausting.)
-Mel (the Slytherin)
*claps* Who said you needed to be medicated? Remember you have quite a large fanbase to pour acid on their face if you want. Or comfort you. Whichever you prefer
I’ll take either at this point to be honest.
And it was my fucking principal.
Yeah. My principal called me to her office to chew me out, tell me I need to not wear oversized sweats, that I need to take more care of my appearance, that I need to do something with my hair, tell me to go take a shower, tell me that everyone has issues and I need to not act like mine are worse than anyone else’s, that it’s unacceptable that as a 16 year old high school junior I don’t know what I want to do with the rest of my life, and that I need to be medicated.
Think about that for one goddamn second.
And seriously guys you are the best for giving this the attention it really deserves. More people need to be talking about things like this.
-Mel (the Slytherin)
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