What Now

Going to class in the fine arts building is an interesting study in sociology. Giving yet another proof of the old cliche "Never judge a book by it's cover", the students I come in contact with from day to day are mostly unclassifiable. I mean, sure, you have the goth/emo kids who painfully dress as mismatched as possible in the effort to look as if they woke up and threw on the first thing that they found bunched up in the bottom of their closets (but you know they probably tried on AT LEAST three different sarcastic Hot-Topic t-shirts before they found the right one) and the soroity girls who have so many Greek letters on them that you start feeling as if your on vacation at the Parthanon. However, it's the ones you can't quite figure out that are so interesting.

Take for instance the guys I've met in my trek through UAH. I can never tell who I should avoid and who is going to end up being a friend. You've got the blue-haired, tattooed guy with the facial piercings and the t-shirt that says "Satan is my Homeboy" who ends up being a sweet, gentle soul who holds doors open for you and talks about his cat like it's his child. Then you have the well groomed, Abercrombie & Fitch poster boy with the Jesus fish on his car who you overhear talking about being wasted all weekend and who will all but knock you down to get into the elevator before you do. The chicks are pretty much the same. The scary lesbian with the mullet ends up being the nice one and the little, blonde, twinset lady with her little, blonde, bow wearing daughter ends up being the one who shouts at you for your Christian beliefs and makes the weird art with images of women giving birth that-she-took-herself!

I'm not sure why this is something I've never noticed, or never really thought about, before. Do you?