Being a black-haired girl, reserved, yet with no control over her venomous tongue, I recently was told by a charming friend of mine, that I was a cliche. The occasion arised during a theatre lesson and yes.. we were doing soap operas, so it was kinda a given that everyone started comparing and labeling eachother. And I was given this..
" You're a cliche, dark, brooding and cynical.." And I was well.. "Flabbergasted!"
The heart ache was that this was coming from a 80lbs ranga homosexual.. ( who is very proud of his red-headedness and sexual preference so we're good). And he of all people had just told me that I was a cliche.. Can you see the irony here?
Not wanting to prove him right by unleashing my pulsing tongue to shoot all sorts of snarky remarks I resisted... but my mind drifted back to a few weeks prior when my art teacher told me I was "brooding"
I'll admit, I didn't appreciate that very much, coming from a man who prides himself on being a superless awesome version of my favourite Professor Severus Snape..( You'd think that that would make me like him.. but it has the opposite effect and my comparison encourages my detestment).. besides.. it was a bit rude coming from him considering I AM THE MOST IGNORED IN THE CLASS!! Everyone often remarks this to me.. its embarrassing..
Anyway, these recent events made me look in the mirror with the overwhelming insecurity of " Have I really become a Cliche?"
After all, I have been an anti mainstream biaatch for years.. since I was eleven I have always been drawn to whatever the minority was doing and found myself often resentful towards the ' golden majority'..
Basically Im much more a Betty Paige then a Marilyn Monroe..
But then when I reflected my new found insecurity back onto society, I figured these days, every one wants to be the minority. which in part, makes us the majority..
Then I felt the sudden rush of self loath and lameness.. How I suck.
But then I had to shake it aside.. Im no wannabe hipster! I dont like things ironically, or do things because I want to be weird or eccentric!! Im just me.. and I like what I like..
Baby I can wear my morrocan kaftan, and listen to Until Autumn play live in some run down house while secretly watching pretty little liars on my phone..
Gasp! Sometimes I listen to Katy Perry!!
And Im a vegetarian.. but Im no vegan..
And Im not a cliche R!!
I cant help having black hair and a blunt fringe.. ( well I can really.. I could grow out the bangs) But NAH!! ( sticks out her tongue childishly.). see? A cynical brooder would never partake in something so juvenile..
And this friend on mine went on to say,
" start a blog. That's what all you junkies do."
" No. Because I'm not one." I replied simply, trying not to soak him in my beloved sarcasm..
But then the clogs in my brain started turning.. Ill do the opposite of what he thinks I'll do as he believes I am going to do the opposite of what he believes I should do!!
( God I hope I got that right)
So I, fell victim to the expectations placed on me..
And Started A Blog. - Tibby.
