The narrow belt of youthful rebellion in its present state is hopeless, no growth possible within it.. It may as well be all the same, a kind of blanket freakisness into which we are cast, and is just recognised by its disgust, its impotence, its modern-day frustration battling in a cruel, cold world already fucked-up long before we were born..
Mark yourself then as an outsider, set yourself actively apart.. Pierce yourself, ink your skin, dye your hair, get some crazy outfit... What good will it do you? It's an almost useless, impotent gesture in today's world, earning you sleepy stares and not much else... But if you don't mark yourself, set yourself apart in some way, the alternative is much worse: You'll become that most bankrupt, dead, hideous of creations, a normal person... Normalcy not as in desirable, healthy normalcy, but mediocrity like a creeping disease, factory-line facelessness officially rubber-stamped, tracksuits and trainers and video rentals and the National Lottery and the Sun and Coldplay, mediocre aims and mediocre happiness, bland wishes and no imagination, to live and die like an animal, without a loving heart, without an original thought. Anything is better than to be "normal", the incredibly bland, soulless, rigid national ideal of normalcy, which involves cadaverous grins in local newspapers, endless wasting of time in uninteresting pubs, every fakery and lie under the sun, every variety of bullshit imaginable, and the most brutal, cruel intolerance for anything or anyone slightly different or original...