Getting hung up

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I'm getting hung up on tattoos, piercings and colored hair. I don't get how all this has become so popular. People are mutilating their bodies. In the name of self expression? I think it is the work of demons. Like these people live their lives with no confinement or boundary. Anything goes. Wherever the wind (popular culture) takes them. It started with tramp stamps. Pro athletes and rappers started getting inked up and now it is more rare to see people without tattoo than people with tattoo.

What's with all the facial tacklebox jewelry with piercings everywhere? Noses, lips, eye brows…. Like facial fishing lures.

I think it's ugly. It bothers me. I'm being judgemental. I'm showing conscious bias. That's not allowed. Accept everyone. Accept their authentic self.

It's like I'm living with a bunch of spoiled kids who never experienced the word no. Ever. In their entire lives. Why does society insist on indulging this behavior?

Where I come from you were expected to fit in. Now the expectation is to stand out. How did that happen?

Let me paint my hair green. Cut it in a Mohawk. Tattoo a bunch of graffiti on my face and put a bull ring in my nose. Call me Fernando. Accept me for being showing the world I am a freak.

Times have changed. I haven't.

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