[Mini-Rant] Do You Remember When We Were Rebels?
I used to be big into the whole anarcho-scene, though I was never all that good at DIY projects. I thought I was pretty bad-ass, regardless, so I played the role of a rebel, and wore my band patches quite proudly. Mind, I wouldn’t admit to buying them at a nearby music store. Oh, the irony. Anti-corporate, but paying top-end for band patches that were nothing but corporate. I used to proclaim bands as sell-outs, and then buy their albums anyways, and play them until the CD was so scratched that you couldn’t even use it anymore.
I did drugs, because I thought the system couldn’t handle it (turns out my system couldn’t handle them, lol!). I drank because it was the punk rock thing to do, and I wrote anthems against the people who made more money than me (ie – everyone). It was funny, because the government were the people supporting me (Foster care, and then welfare after the system dropped me because I wasn’t doing what they wanted me to do). They gave me my beer, my drugs, and my rebellious fashion statement. But I didn’t even think of it like that.
I played the part of the rebel, and embraced it as my own. I was a poseur, but I had fun while it lasted. Before I matured, and realized the mistake I was making.
To be honest, though, it was actually a book that opened my eyes. The Rebel Sell (different name down below Canada, but I don’t know what it is). Great read. You should read it, too. There is no selling out, because we’ve already bought in. Just embrace it, motherfucker.
