Goth
Goth
It's because you take one look at a goth and call them an otaku or a subculture geek that you can't capture the core essence of them. The psychology of goths isn't as easy to understand as you might think. Neither a nerd nor a geek—a goth, one who sits in the dimly lit corner of the classroom studying black magic.
A goth's only principle in life is to extract beauty from the horrors of a pitch-black world. Bright places are too blinding to look around in, so I avoid seeing the morning sun as much as possible. I have zero desire to ever befriend the sun.
I'm someone who you'd call a "cringe chuuni" and point and laugh at. You're afraid of others who have a different worldview than you, and so you attack us. "Cringe" is what people say when something deviates from the common sense that most people share. In other words, you can't understand all these pointy bits I have sticking out, and so try to hammer me down until I'm nice and smooth and flat, because if you remove my spikes and choke out my personality, then you'd finally be able to understand me. You gain peace of mind from making everything around you exactly the same, even if it means sacrificing art and sensibility.
But the horrors of the abyss and the great magics of darkness don't succumb to such oppression. They can't. Do you think I'd just sit around and let you interfere with my world? In the "normal" world, I'm pathetically powerless, and I can't do anything to protect myself other than sharpening my spikes and becoming more "cringe". Do you think I'd just let you snap my spikes off? Do you think I'd just willingly be burned under the sun?
I'm cringe, and so be it. You can laugh at me behind my back as much as you like. Compared to twisting myself into an acceptable shape and living like a hopeless zombie, being the toxic little freak in the corner is fine with me. We should just keep our distance between each other. Thanks to these spikes, people like me end up hurting anyone who approaches, even if they have the same worldviews.
But that's a-okay too. I only know the beauty of darkness, so a lonely, ugly existence is exactly what I want. And when your guard's still down, my research will come to fruition, and my black magic will summon a great demon who'll engulf the world in the darkness of chaos. Even my arch nemesis the sun will be dyed black. I'll leave the moon alone, though. She's our companion in loneliness, as long as she shines coolly above as she watches over us.
Fear my sensitivities, my world, the "others" you can't understand, and keep attacking us, keep laughing at us, as a way to cover up that fear. It's a damn shame you weren't enlightened by the gothic lifestyle. Go ahead, flatten your blindingly sunlit hell and live there in peace.
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