On Musical Preferences and Associated Stereotypes

The list of stupid things people say to one another is endless, and throughout my blogging experience, I will try to cover as many of them as I possibly can. Today’s topic is something that irritates me beyond expression – well, everything on that list does, but anyway, you get my point – and that is how people label you according to what music you listen to.

I won’t act all noble and angelic here; I hate hypocrites. So here it is: I used to be one of those people who disliked others because their musical preferences did not match theirs, but now I realise how stupid that is, so I’ve added it to my list.

If there’s one thing everyone should know it’s that no matter what the subject is, not everyone is going to agree with you; there are always other who will have their own opposing views and will fight to prove them right. But wait, you have your own views too, and you will go to ends to prove them, so who’s right here?

No one. When it comes to views and opinions, there is no right or wrong, and that is something we often forget.

Go and listen to whatever the hell you like, and I’ll be here listening to what I like.  You don’t need to call someone a Satanist for liking Heavy Metal or gay for liking One Direction or retarded for not listening to music at all. You don’t need to make anyone feel uncomfortable and tease them because they think differently, and you don’t need to force someone into doing something they don’t want to do. All you need to do is mind your own damn business and keep your hands out of people’s throats. The best response when someone says “I don’t like specific band/genre” is “That’s okay, you don’t have to” because you’re free to like whatever you want without being bullied for it.

One of the comments that I often get when I tell people I listen to Hard Rock/ Heavy Metal is “you don’t look like it”. Well, I don’t need to be heavily tattooed and pierced to classify as a  Metal-head. No, I don’t summon demons in my free time, and no, I don’t wear all-black every day and hiss at daylight. I look like a normal 17-year-old female. I don’t need a stamp of approval from anyone, and neither     do you.        6a999270ce6ada12b33b7245d25dbb82

So until next time, go ahead and enjoy your favourite music, respect others’ opinions, mind your own beeswax, and keep blogging!


Teenage Years: The Struggles and Public Perception

The general view on teenagers varies widely depending on the region, time, trends, and, of course, social stereotypes.

Well, I’m a teenager. I don’t know what comes to people’s minds when they see me, but I can safely assume most of the image they have doesn’t apply to me. In fact, it doesn’t really apply to anyone. It might be common to think that teenagers are rude, hate adults, go wild in terms of parties and substance abuse, dress provocatively to look cool or popular, etc… While a lot of teenagers do fit into that description, it is simply unfair to shove us all into the same category.

I don’t like it when I walk into a restaurant or a diner with my friends and the waiter/waitress gives us a cold look because s/he immediately assumes we’re going to be stuck up and rude. I don’t like the way I’m  not taken seriously when I ask about the job market and university majors on demand. And I certainly don’t it when someone assumes I don’t know what I want because my choices might seem a bit odd to them.

Why do I have to deal with this? Why can’t I be taken for who I am? Why can’t people see beyond their noses and stop looking at us like we’re a herd of sheep on crack?

Not all teenagers are immature. Not all teenagers are rude. Not all teenagers want to party and get high all the time. Just because that’s what you see in American movies – a bunch of drunk, irresponsible, hormonal kids – doesn’t mean it’s true. At least not for everyone.

I know what I want; I have my life planned and sorted out. All I can do now is work my way over there. I want an education, then a job, then a spouse and a family. Sure I can loosen up and have fun when I want to; I never said I was against all that, but you don’t have to automatically picture me at a night club, drunk and half-naked.

Teenagers are not yet adults but no longer children. They’re not completely independent yet but no longer immature. You can’t hold them responsible for all their actions because there’s still a part of them that hasn’t grown yet. They are in the process of becoming adults, so you can’t judge them and expect them to act all-wise and insightful. You will, however come across some teenagers who will sweep you away with their intelligence and shock you with their wisdom.

Think of it as a shoe. You can’t fit everyone’s feet into the same shoe. You can find two people with the same shoe size, but their feet might have different shapes.

So until next time, eliminate those prior judgments you have of people, disregard  absurd stereotypes, treat people the way they deserve to be treated, and keep blogging,

Just Admit It

There are a lot of things out there that piss me off to the point where I seriously feel like punching someone/something, and most of those stem primarily from my encounters with people.

I’m introverted by nature; that doesn’t mean I totally shut myself out all the time and avoid others, but I don’t quite feel the need to be around people I’m not familiar with. Anyway, you could say I don’t always see the good side in others the moment I meet them, but that can actually be a good thing as I could be saving myself – and the person – potential harm.

See, when you meet someone for the first time and they make an effort to show you everything they’ve got, including their most dreaded features, it’s actually easier for you to decide whether or not that person is friend-material. Like when someone tries to make it clear from the first time that s/he thinks s/he knows everything. I find that extremely annoying, and I hate those people. What’s funnier, though, is that when you’re having an argument or a discussion with that person, and you’re trying to back your point of view with things that you actually fucking know, that person, being the self-centered, pain-in-the-ass, sir know-it-all that s/he is will have the nerve to tell you: “You don’t know that; you don’t know everything.” And that’s where I lose it. In my head I’ll be like “listen up you ignorant fuck, I’m not the one who’s spent the last 2 months bitching about things that I barely know of as if I’d taught them at Harvard or some fancy-ass American university every time someone tries to reason something out with me. I’m talking, and I know what I’m talking about, and I’m not waiting for you or anyone else to come up here and confirm what I just said because if I weren’t damned sure of it, I wouldn’t have my tongue on the loose blabbering shit here and there.”

In that case I’ll try to distance myself slowly first, making it a bit obvious that I’m not willing to make friends with said person. If, however, s/he persists and starts bugging me, I will say it to his/her face that I find his/her attitude irritating and retreat to a safe distance in case said person does not know how to handle reality. Aaand if something advances, I’ll break it off by saying that I don’t think our personalities match and that we should probably avoid future misunderstandings by ending this at an early stage.

But some people still don’t get it. No matter how much you try to explain to them that they simply cannot know EVERYTHING, it just doesn’t work. Somewhere inside their heads they’re certain nothing beats their intelligence; they might have  misinterpreted some signs and concluded that they were the chosen ones amongst us ignorant peasants. Maybe they had those parents that kept telling them they were always better than everyone else and that they could be anything so they decided to be all-knowing. I don’t know. And no matter how many times you insult them for being so stuck up and cocky about it, they won’t care, even if all their friends leave them, even if they were alone in some deserted land and their only way of getting saved was admitting that they don’t know everything, they will hold on; they will never let it go. They will always know everything, and there’s nothing we can do about it. Well I hope they know that their attitude is eventually going to kill them. Maybe some day they’ll “know” that cup’s not Hydrochloric acid and drink it. I just hope they know that they’ll never know it all.

So until next time, try to resist punching those people, make your way out of bad friendships as soon as you can, listen to others every once in a while, never pretend you know stuff, and keep blogging.