Emo Nemo...

Everybody has emo friends. The ones that have stayed with long enough to reveal their vulnerable (or ugly) side after the barrier of formality is eradicated. They fall into a sense of security when they are around you thus resulting in them having no qualms whatsoever about being judged. They tell you their problems and you (willingly or reluctantly) listen, analyze, and conjure a solution.

Love it or hate it, accepting these people as your friends gives you the monumental responsibility of taking interest in their well being in order to bridge better communication based on common ground.

Common ground.

Yes. That’s what I believe plays the pivotal role in making friends - The fact that you have something in common. It could be anything varying from playing music, working in the same building, or even smoking, common ground is the central pulse of what keeps a friendship alive. Sometimes, through time, a pleasant common ground wears away as it is being rubbed by an unpleasant one – his/her problems.

Don’t get me wrong as I may sound like a selfish, intolerant, insensitive asshole who only wants to share the happy times and vanishes when you’re in deep despair.

I DO help my friends when their in need of emotional comfort and solace. I don’t dread it as long as the person I’m helping makes the conscious effort to help themselves. But the questions I’m asking here is;

How much emo is too much emo?

Is it possible that when you reveal too much of your emo side, you start to repel the people around you as they wish to avoid being affected by your horrible mood?

Will good friends tolerate you even when it gets to this level?

Well the answer varies when the subject of being emo lands on different individuals. However I DID craft a list of 7 common signs which indicate that you have transcended the thin line which marks the limit of being emo.

You know your emo when you're...

Alone

You sit back, you’re all alone just looking for some quality time with a book or a beer. Little do you realize that for most people, your emo state reaches its peak when you’re by yourself! When your friends are not present to have you forget about your problems and when all the activities revolve around you and you alone, you’ll start to think. About past disputes, or present issues. Eventually, when all these emotions begin conjuring, you take the 1^st step of action in assessing the situation.

Taking Walks.

You’re alone and you wish to forget your troubles. However, being alone reminds you of it even more. So you start a long walk from one end or the beach to the other as the cool breeze blowing past you whizzing into your hair. With every step you take you see couples making out, friends having a bbq and families having fun with their kids running around in their underwear. You begin to wish that you could be in their shoes at the exact moment, cherishing happiness as it is. You become saddened yet infuriated by the fact that life has placed you in an unfair position. You say to yourself “I don’t deserve this…” You then start an activity that to me is the most extreme and obnoxious.

Crying.

The torrent of emotions is simply to strong for anyone to withhold. Drops of sadness run across your cheek as you obnoxiously blow a clump of mucus onto your hand. You didn’t know you were gonna cry, so you didn’t bring a handkerchief. Unless your gay then you’ll have wet tissue. Oh you cry….you make the most out of this moment of breakout. Secretly enjoying yet overshadowed by the more emo aspect it. You sit by a corner and cry your lungs out.

Still alone.

Even more alone now that you’ve automatically become a people repellant.

You can’t bear it a second longer. You get home in a jiffy and the 1^st thing you grab is that tub of ice cream. Or whatever it is that causes you to start:

Inflating.

Eat your sorrows away. Call your best friend and cry. Every crack in life you experience you use as an excuse to wolf down chicken wings while watching Chinese dramas on Channel 8. After a good 3 weeks you begin to see yourself turning into a blubbersaur or blubbersaures (for girls). That’s the nickname I use to disparage the obese. The state of being too emo still continues to corrode your lifestyle, because you are:

Drinking less

Social suicide. You take away your own lifestyle as you have replaced it with this current position. You don’t hang out with your friends at the regular spot anymore. Your friends don’t even take notice of your absence as having you around would be a bummer anyway considering the fact that your left hand is vehemently attached onto the ice cream tub and you cant fit or have a big enough seat in most places. You stay at home while your friends are out having the time of their lives. You put more stress onto yourself as you start:

Calculating.

Counting the days till your death. But you chicken out as you lack balls now that your fat. So you do what is supposedly the right thing but at a COMPLETELY wrong time.

Calling Your Ex.

She/He was the one who got you into all this in the 1st place right? So you wish to work things out as you wish to return to how you were before. She tells you the person she's interested in is no chance in hell a fat chicken ice cream wolfing mucus spraying crybaby. Your crushed. Your over.


In conclusion, no matter what life throws at you do the right thing and throw it back! You don't need it and you certainly don't wish to end up dead. Have a positive mindset as everything in life I believe is a game. You compete against each other to attain that one prize - happiness.

May be preachy but you know its true.

Don't be so emo.

Go get a beer.

FUZZ