conform your identity

That’s what I hated about high school, all the stupid cliques. The main groups people at my high school would categorize themselves in were the jocks, preps, Goths, emos, scene kids, and nerds. People used a lot of different things to reinforce their identity in these groups; what you wore and what you listened to though was the main way people determined what group you belonged to. Take for example the typical emo kid. He/she would usually have long straight hair and the guy’s would swoop their bangs over their eyes. Dress attire was typically skinny jeans or girl jeans if you were a guy, a really tight hawthorne heights or my chemical romance band t, and dark eyeliner. These kids would spend the days wallowing in self-pity discussing how unbearable life is. Drug usage didn’t play that big of a role in which group you belonged in except for the scene kids who were either straightedge or did a lot of coke and pot. I never really fell in to a specific clique, I thought and still think that trying to reinforce you’re identity by dressing and acting like a group of other people defeats the whole point of having your own identity.