What’s worse than pulling a full-on emo attitude? How about pulling a full-on emo attitude in public without anyone to appreciate it.
Starbursts soothe the emo heart
Poor emo boy had the clothes, the hair, the cigarette behind the ear, and the tablet-kind-of-device-that’s-too-small-to-use-but-too-big-for-your-pocket. You know the one. It creaks when you hold it, and there’s a kind of stand-leg-thing on the back that breaks when you pop it out to stand up your tablety thing. But, you know, at least it’s not an iPad, right?
You know what he didn’t have? Mastery over the power of gravity. Or eye/hand coordination.
Emo boy accidentally drops his tablety thing, it clatters across the floor, but no one sees his totally awesome “I’m a victim” look. He picks it up, it falls again, and still no one looks.
Emo boy reaches into his appropriately tattered bag and pulls out a package of Starburst candy — the preferred food choice of emo boys everywhere — and his Pall Malls fall to the ground. He sighs, leaves the cigarettes on the floor, and quietly starts eating Starbursts to bury the pain that no one understands.
His tablety-thing clatters to the floor again, and he sighs again.