A Thought

What to do while my photos upload?

The bar seems to be moving particularly slow this evening as I simply attempt to get a few things uploaded before I go off to bed. What to do instead of staring at it as it creeps across the screen? Inchworms are more fascinating to watch. I'd rather be doing art, of course, but one must do what is important first...

I watched a boy walk across the commons in school today. He's a peculiar soul, a bit of a loner; he's just a little more introverted than some... and so misunderstood. They say to never judge a book by it's cover and slowly I am discovering just how true that is. Truly, in most regular societies, Goths are seen as weird people, people to avoid - some would go so far as to call them freaks. Such a warped cultural lense. Sure, there are some strange people out there... those Satanic worshipers, et cetera. But just because one is that way doesn't mean they all are.

Just different. That's all. Not necessarily disturbed or freakish.

People have got to learn to be more open. Just because this boy doesn't talk much and always wears black doesn't make him a freak. He's just different, and he wants to show it. When I first saw him, I too was sucked into that more common veiw of things. But as time went on, I looked at him less as an object of fascination and more as a person. And I learned things.

He is truly quite brilliant. He enjoys art. He writes. He's more refined and polite than most of the teenagers I know. He's quiet, but he does socialize. And while he is Goth, he is not a dark person.

Actually, he's quite a bit like me. Only he's a guy.

We all make judgements upon first seeing people. Just remember that things are never as they seem and most of life is surreal anyway, full of polite small talk and gossip. Remember to rise above initial judgements and always be willing to change your perception of a person. Clothes do not make a person different, quietness does not make them antisocial, artistic abilities do not make them weird, and first impressions are never right.