by Wednesday » Sat 19 May 2007, 14:32:47
I was a pale, gloomy kid with long dark hair, I wore two long braids to keep it from getting tangled. I had a tendency to mope and wear a lot of black.
The pretty blonde popular girls started calling me Wednesday, and it stuck. They would sing the "ooky" song while they walked past my locker. It hurt my feelings something fierce, but I pretended not to hear them.
I hated it at first, but by the time I got to high school I had learned to rock the goth look and those mean girls were imitating me.
Some of the people I grew up with really think my name is Wendy, it's actually Pamela. I will answer to Wendy/Wednesday to this day. It's as much a part of me as my own name.
I still wear black. Maybe I was destined to be a doomer.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
~Friedrich Nietzsche~