Emo is a genre of
music.
Emocore is a type of rock
music, originating from punk. It often describes feelings of love, and sometimes sadness, which is why people always stereotype 'emo
kids' as constantly being depressed.
Emo does not mean emotional. It's true that this was the word used for the genre, but
music besides emo can be emotional. An 'emo
kid' is not an emotional person. Everybody has emotions, and people of any music taste and fashion style can be sensitive to emotions.
Emo is not a person, or a type of person.
At the very best, an 'emo
kid' is someone who is a dedicated fan of emo bands.
It has nothing to do with wearing skinny jeans, bands shirts, tight sweaters, or thick-rimmed glasses. That's just a modern style that tons of kids (whether they like emocore or not) wear.
YOU ARE NOT EMO IF YOU
CUT YOURSELF.
If you
cut yourself, you have problems, no doubt. Self-mutilation is a symptom of bipolar disorder, chronic depression, and schizophrenia, along with many other mental conditions. Cutting yourself solves
nothing. Some might think it helps, but it's just a useless coping mechanism that
will only cause more problems in the long run.
If you
cut yourself for attention, you are pathetic. There are other, healthier, less painful, less idiotic ways to get attention than drawing your own blood.
And as for all the people who think they know everything about emo kids, and that they're so very superior for making
fun of them, you're full of bullshit.
If you can't find anything better to do with your time, or at least anyone more guilty to make
fun of, you are about as pathetic as those attention seekers who
cut themselves to get bitched at by you.
Best case scenario 'emo
kid':
Smiling to my friend, I walked over and handed him an earbud so we could listen to our favourite band, Brand New. After we'd picked our song, I put my mp3 player back into the pocket of my baggy jeans and walked into school, talking to my friend.
Worst case scenario poser 'emo
kid':
I shifted uncomfortably in my skinny jeans. They were way too tight, but I was pretty sure I saw some girls looking at me and giggling out of the corner of my eye. Maybe. I took out my
iPod and turned up Dashboard Confessional as loud as it would go. As I saw what looked to me like fellow emos, I rolled up my sleeves inconspicuously to reveal a few cuts. They walked past quickly, not sparing me a second glance. Dejected, I turned my
music back down in time to hear kids chanting none too quietly behind me"
E is for emotional, ruins everybody's day.
M is for miserable people.
O is for on the dark side, 'cause we have some
fresh cookies!
COOKIES! "