Letter of Rejection
Dear Albuquerque Goth Scene,
We need to talk. I know it’s hard for you to tell how I'm feeling sometimes. I know you've grown used to pretty much constant stylized moodiness. But that's just the problem—you're self-absorbed and I'm tired of waiting for you to change. This is a very one-sided relationship. You never think of my wants or needs. You always listen to the same generic four-on-the-floor music ... and I know you do it in a sad attempt to attract impressionable 18 year-old girls.
You're self-absorbed and I'm tired of waiting for you to change.
I need change and variety in my life. I want to have good conversations and be introduced to new things and ideas. But your idea of change is resurrecting the 300-year-old corpse of the Marquis de Sade once a month. It's not fresh and subversive; it’s the same old chips, dips, chains and whips. You talk about the same old topics ... dungeons and dragons, and that VNV Nation concert you went to six years ago. You repeat the same stale party ideas when you feel the need to spice things up.
I had a long relationship with other goth scenes in other cities before getting involved with you, and I never had this problem with them. They always kept the events and music fresh and interesting. I hoped you could follow their lead. I offered you suggestions of events and new DJs, but you're so stubborn. It's not surprising that so many others like me have left you in the past. I'm honestly amazed our relationship has lasted this long. So, Albuquerque Goth Scene, I'm taking this time to officially reject you. It's not me, it’s you.
Sincerely not yours,