Call me weirdo

I have always been the outsider. I am not socially adept. Until I reached college, I never like friends. I have always quietly observed my spineless peers throughout my years in the public education system. Moving aroundmany times made me that way. My mother's choice of a nomadic life in my younger years resulted in me taking an outsiders role when all the other kiddies my age were enjoying their meaningless friendships. As a child, my sensitivity and my temper was my downfall, so friends (when they did come) didn't stay very long, because I was always betrayed those taking advantage of my naivete of the adolescent ways of the world. It was in those moments that I realized the contradictory establishment developed by the socially retarded called popularity but I didn't let it go just yet.

In this world, social standing was everything. In public shcools, how popular you were was determined by the number of jordans that you had. If u didn't have that, either you had to be funny, have a ridiculous body that made all the boys go nuts and wanna smack ya butt in booty tag, or you had to be a fighter. I fell in the funny category. Consistently making all the kiddos laugh and getting myself into trouble with shirt and ties up at administration. After a number of phone calls home, detentions, and ass-whoopings, I realized, that I would never be a part of this world. When I came into my own money in high school and started buying the clothes I wanted, was the time when I accidentally fell into the upper echelons of the social hierarchies. Its disgusting. The betrayal I saw. The fights I witnessed. The fakeness. The pettiness. Everything. It took one misstep to cast out of this social strata. It took one off day. It took being individual. In this world of social standing and popularity individuality is eeevvilll. Instead, conformity is everything. Smiling in the faces people I didn't like (which was everybody). Wearing the clothes that everybody else wore. Spending every last dollar trying to fit in. I got caught up I can't lie.

But I stopped. I made it a mission to get out of high school as quickly as I could and go on to the magical parallel universe called college. Where I so stupidly believed was devoid of social standings. Ha! Was I wrong! I came to a large public university in a well-known city. My school, ranked one of the most culturally diverse of the nation is almost as segregated as they come. Everybody sticks to their own kind since there are enough of each race to go around. I got stuck with the black people, knee deep in a world where drama is always at a constant high. Even here social standing is everything. The worst part was, we were supposed to be the smart ones. Yet ignorance is still alive and well. It was as if I never left that high school world with the clearly defined class lines. Here, how you dress is everything, how many people u know is everything, and how immersed you become in their world is everything. Its disgusting. They are like wolves. They have no idea that this world that they've create doesn't matter. They've gotten so caught up socially that they forgot they actually are paying for an education here. I watch them. I am a quiet observer of their ways. I wanna scream from the rafters of the student center that they're all losers. When I see them sitting eating their food I want to throw water balloons at them to mess up their well thought out outfits that they used to maintain their position in the social order.

I am an outsider. I am not them. I will never be. And I'm still happily sticking up my middle fingers to all the morons basking in the artificial glow of their popularity. Boo-yah-ka-sha! Besos!