Black pants with chains and other hardware, hair died as black as can be, thick black eyeliner and black lipstick, possibly a spiked collar...these are some of the things that would mark a person as being Goth, a freak, weird and abnormal. Things that give other...normal...people reason to be afraid, to shy away.
Well I guess I'm not normal, because these just may be my peeps. Though I've never adopted the tell-tale look completely, I do tend to weave certain aspects of it into my daily appearance. I don't dye my hair black, but dark brown. My eyes are lined with black, a lot of my clothes are black, and sometimes my jewelery can make people stare (silver and black chains, skulls, and yes...spikes). Growing up, I realized that some of my family members were easily frightened. And boy, does my family like to gossip! Maybe that's why I never completely adopted the look, I don't know.
I've never been frightened off because someone looks a little odd. I always gravitated toward stores like Hot Topic, because I liked the people in there. I have found that these people can be some of the friendliest and most intelligent people around. If taken the wrong way, they can come off as offensive. When seen in a different light, the offensive becomes humorous.
About a year and a half ago, I began to become close friends with a group of girls. We call ourselves The 6 Pack (yes, there are six of us...a six pack of chicks). We have nicknames too, The Bitch, The Nice One, The Bad Influence, The Freak...guess which one I am. Yep, I'm the freak. Am I angry with this nickname? No, I love it!
In my experience, everyone is a nerd, geek or freak with something. I love to read, the thicker the book, the better. My mind tends to run toward the dark side of things and I think about vampires way too much. How about you, where does your freakdom lie?
