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retrogrrrl) wrote2025-10-06 08:31 pm
retrogrrrl) wrote2025-10-06 08:31 pm
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I've fallen out of love with Punk(s)
I have fallen out of love with punk…
Fuckin’ insane testimony comin’ from your friendly neighborhood punkzo, right? Well, I guess it was long-time comin’ I just didn’t want to scope out what that gut instinct had been tryin’ to tell me for a long time.
For the past five years I’ve been a punk and have labelled myself as such. Nothin’ quite like pride in bein’ part of a subculture that kicks ass, is rebellious and stands for justice right…? I gotta admit, the confidence and balls I generated from bein’ in Punk spaces is somethin’ I still take with me no matter where I go, but it also really only is an amplification of my pre-existin’ personality. After all, I was the same girl who stood up FOR a bully when he was bein’ openly mocked’n’laughed at by my favorite teacher, I didn’t need’a lecture from the damn Punks on how to do that, I was all alone and influenced by no one in that instance — or when I helped my bully back in elementary when she was behind with work. I had always been a kid with a good heart, and I ain’t fuckin’ bein modest here ‘bout it anymore. I was a damn good child, I’ve always been.
Punk didn’t really teach me that, it just helped it take form into a more bold action. BUT I feel like some punks might even scoff at the idea ‘cause for some goddamn reason they seem to think that the subculture they parade around as is inherently violent, anti-people and mean to innocent 'normies' for no reason. God, I could sit here all day and complain ‘boutta buncha stuff I’ve been seein’ in punk spaces but that ain’t the tack today. And I frankly think I won’t be doing ANY of that for a long time.
I realized one morning that I had written in my g’damned to-do list somethin’ akin to ‘Find a new punk community/server & make a friend!’. I groggily looked at my fuckin’ notebook where that was written and I internally groaned.
Pause.
Why?
Oh, I don’t know, could it be that every fuckin’ time I somehow get involved in a server — particularly a punk one — I end up fightin’ everyone in it? Be it for differin’ attitudes, cuz my Latina ass from a third world country is more punk than half of the american Hardcore dudes that have made it their entire fuckin’ personality, or ‘cause they’re lettin’ a clear neo-nazi parade around ‘cause ‘he has not done anything yet’ despite havin’ a whole ass swastika in his profile and suspicious numerology in his social media. In general the fuckin’ community online is rotted, and it’s the only access to the culture I have! Everyone is either complaining ‘bout posers online, ‘bout the new generation being shit, or how no one is actually truly a punk or online complainin’ about the people who are complainin’ — no one is actually gettin’ off their asses and doing any kind of charity work, makin’ useful guides on how to un-poserfy yourself, there’s even less discussions ‘bout Punk’s actual core values and shit ‘cause everyone has this grand idea that Punk is this nebulous thing that can be anything you want EXCEPT for when someone else does it, then it’s exactly as you say it is…
Ugh, these people exhaust me. How is a rage-bait ass post on social media fillin’ up to the brim with engagement but when I post a rebuttal with useful links and guides to help people stop bein’ fucking posers I’m only given hate, detractors or fucking silence? Y’all are fucking idiots! I can’t even begin to imagine how stupid you all are in real life, and I betcha that if I said shit to you to yer face y’wouldn’t even refute or make snarky remarks ‘bout it at all, ‘cause you know good and goddamn well I’m right.
Realizing this I said, FUCK YOU ALL and have removed myself from most punk places I was in, which is a total of a bunch of social media accounts, forums and shit and laid that bitch to rest. I listen to the music I wanna listen if I care to listen, I stop keepin’ up with the newest bitchin’ trend on Punktok and what the newest rant is, and I start to enjoy my fuckin’ life.
Because that’s a whole ‘nother thing about it too! That subculture thrives so goddamn much in unhappiness and any semblance of it is met with so much fuckin’ vitriol that it’s nauseating. How is me treating ‘normies’ with a little bit of respect and compassion a bad fuckin’ thing, Jason?! HOW?! I THOUGHT PUNK WAS ‘BOUT CARING FOR THE PEOPLE, ‘CAUSE WE’RE ALL MONUMENTALLY FUCKED JUST AS MUCH.
Let me tell you, I feel so much better havin’ nothing to do with Punks and the subculture/community anymore. I feel so much happier ‘being a normie’ and usin’ tiktok like other people use it, doing the funny little dances, engaging with dancers, finding people with cool ideas, art and style on twitter, tumblr and instagram, finding cool youtubers on my interests that I had ignored and neglected ‘cause I was subconsciously buyin’ into this bullshit of bein’ a punk is ‘not this and that’ but rather consistent anger and fighting everyone. For once, I’m doin’ so much better creatively, emotionally — in every aspect!
What I thought I wanted as a child was fun for a while, it was exciting… but by god did it become a vortex of putrid feelings.
I realized why a lot of people grew out of punk. Y’all are incredibly insufferable, go fuck yourselves.
I will continue in my not-walmart having ass life and be 10 times cooler and happier than all of you soppy cunts. Thanks for the shit I learned, I will never use it.
Fuckin’ insane testimony comin’ from your friendly neighborhood punkzo, right? Well, I guess it was long-time comin’ I just didn’t want to scope out what that gut instinct had been tryin’ to tell me for a long time.
For the past five years I’ve been a punk and have labelled myself as such. Nothin’ quite like pride in bein’ part of a subculture that kicks ass, is rebellious and stands for justice right…? I gotta admit, the confidence and balls I generated from bein’ in Punk spaces is somethin’ I still take with me no matter where I go, but it also really only is an amplification of my pre-existin’ personality. After all, I was the same girl who stood up FOR a bully when he was bein’ openly mocked’n’laughed at by my favorite teacher, I didn’t need’a lecture from the damn Punks on how to do that, I was all alone and influenced by no one in that instance — or when I helped my bully back in elementary when she was behind with work. I had always been a kid with a good heart, and I ain’t fuckin’ bein modest here ‘bout it anymore. I was a damn good child, I’ve always been.
Punk didn’t really teach me that, it just helped it take form into a more bold action. BUT I feel like some punks might even scoff at the idea ‘cause for some goddamn reason they seem to think that the subculture they parade around as is inherently violent, anti-people and mean to innocent 'normies' for no reason. God, I could sit here all day and complain ‘boutta buncha stuff I’ve been seein’ in punk spaces but that ain’t the tack today. And I frankly think I won’t be doing ANY of that for a long time.
I realized one morning that I had written in my g’damned to-do list somethin’ akin to ‘Find a new punk community/server & make a friend!’. I groggily looked at my fuckin’ notebook where that was written and I internally groaned.
Pause.
Why?
Oh, I don’t know, could it be that every fuckin’ time I somehow get involved in a server — particularly a punk one — I end up fightin’ everyone in it? Be it for differin’ attitudes, cuz my Latina ass from a third world country is more punk than half of the american Hardcore dudes that have made it their entire fuckin’ personality, or ‘cause they’re lettin’ a clear neo-nazi parade around ‘cause ‘he has not done anything yet’ despite havin’ a whole ass swastika in his profile and suspicious numerology in his social media. In general the fuckin’ community online is rotted, and it’s the only access to the culture I have! Everyone is either complaining ‘bout posers online, ‘bout the new generation being shit, or how no one is actually truly a punk or online complainin’ about the people who are complainin’ — no one is actually gettin’ off their asses and doing any kind of charity work, makin’ useful guides on how to un-poserfy yourself, there’s even less discussions ‘bout Punk’s actual core values and shit ‘cause everyone has this grand idea that Punk is this nebulous thing that can be anything you want EXCEPT for when someone else does it, then it’s exactly as you say it is…
Ugh, these people exhaust me. How is a rage-bait ass post on social media fillin’ up to the brim with engagement but when I post a rebuttal with useful links and guides to help people stop bein’ fucking posers I’m only given hate, detractors or fucking silence? Y’all are fucking idiots! I can’t even begin to imagine how stupid you all are in real life, and I betcha that if I said shit to you to yer face y’wouldn’t even refute or make snarky remarks ‘bout it at all, ‘cause you know good and goddamn well I’m right.
Realizing this I said, FUCK YOU ALL and have removed myself from most punk places I was in, which is a total of a bunch of social media accounts, forums and shit and laid that bitch to rest. I listen to the music I wanna listen if I care to listen, I stop keepin’ up with the newest bitchin’ trend on Punktok and what the newest rant is, and I start to enjoy my fuckin’ life.
Because that’s a whole ‘nother thing about it too! That subculture thrives so goddamn much in unhappiness and any semblance of it is met with so much fuckin’ vitriol that it’s nauseating. How is me treating ‘normies’ with a little bit of respect and compassion a bad fuckin’ thing, Jason?! HOW?! I THOUGHT PUNK WAS ‘BOUT CARING FOR THE PEOPLE, ‘CAUSE WE’RE ALL MONUMENTALLY FUCKED JUST AS MUCH.
Let me tell you, I feel so much better havin’ nothing to do with Punks and the subculture/community anymore. I feel so much happier ‘being a normie’ and usin’ tiktok like other people use it, doing the funny little dances, engaging with dancers, finding people with cool ideas, art and style on twitter, tumblr and instagram, finding cool youtubers on my interests that I had ignored and neglected ‘cause I was subconsciously buyin’ into this bullshit of bein’ a punk is ‘not this and that’ but rather consistent anger and fighting everyone. For once, I’m doin’ so much better creatively, emotionally — in every aspect!
What I thought I wanted as a child was fun for a while, it was exciting… but by god did it become a vortex of putrid feelings.
I realized why a lot of people grew out of punk. Y’all are incredibly insufferable, go fuck yourselves.
I will continue in my not-walmart having ass life and be 10 times cooler and happier than all of you soppy cunts. Thanks for the shit I learned, I will never use it.
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We (the community) became the whiny adults we used to complain about. What a shame!