Being different is a like a badge of honor in the arts, people even say it’s better to be different that it is to be better. Which in my opinion is kind of sad, because the value of being different is exclusively about other people’s opinions. It’s about caring about what others think about us, changing because of that, caring and valuing it more than our own thoughts. Teenagers tend to hold on to that, they crave attention, they use it as a protection for all the answers they now realize they don’t have. Without the right tools to cope with the unknown, mostly because they realize adults don’t have the answers either (the only thread that kept them safe while kids, free to play and laugh), they take it out on their bodies. Clothes become a platform to express their rebellion and their bodies often time take a toll as well, tattoos, piercings, colored hair, all to distract from the real issue. They feel lost, alone, and afraid. Life starts to show it’s true colors to them, parents become less involved and their own voice takes over from their parent’s dialogue. Music is often used to muffle down the noise, but as soon it stops playing, the inner voice is back. They are not given the right tools to deal with the anxiety, turning sadly to alcohol, drugs, food, sex, sports, books, anything that can help. Without able to figure out, they can turn into depressed kids and later on depressed adults, where shallow activities are used to kill time, all the time. And that’s when being different for the sake of attention in my opinion is a sad advice. Instead of turning inwards, in self discovery, it goes outward, into fame, recognition and validation. It shouldn’t matter if you like simple clothes or colorful ones, getting attention from others, is not a tactic for success, but a tactic for unhappiness. Being who we really are should be the badge of honor here, being true to our desires, ideas and taste. It’s a challenge, fighting back against marketing gurus telling you to stand out at all times. The consequence? Before you know, you have turned into someone else, for the sake of attention.
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