The term "emo" has also been used in recent years on the Internet as a form of insult, especially toward those who appear emotionally unstable, or those who talk about issues in their personal lives to people in public forums or chat rooms.
I don't see a problem with talking about something that's troubling you (GY), but when you interject your "issue" into almost 99% of the threads on a message board, yes I'd call that person Emo.
True emos can also be very hostile when they don't like the advice they get, or when others attempt to help them feel better about their situation. They truly don't want the advice, help or support. They just want to vent about themselves, for the attention.
I can count on one hand, the number of posters who fit that description here.
That's my take on it. I've never heard that term before, though.
They truly don't want the advice, help or support. They just want to vent about themselves, for the attention.
This is exactly it. I'm very familiar with the term, since "emo" is part of the current high school vernacular... A lot of it comes from things like myspace. Weird kids will post pictures of themselves with sad expressions on their faces and write blogs about how terrible their lives are...but they won't accept any comfort or advice and they won't change their outlooks on anything. This is a spoof of emo kids on youtube called Hope Is Emo; there are a few episodes. It's pretty funny. http://youtube.com/watch?v=T3t0ibVMf...elated&search=
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us."
My teenage cousin has a clique of people in her high school that are referred to as EMO's. She said they wear T-shirts that say "Finding Nemo" but with the 'n' crossed out. She also said they have black fingernails, but they aren't painted black - the kids hit each of their fingers with a hammer to make the nail bruise and turn black.
Personally, I don't believe that part of it. Last year I shut my thumb in my car door. Not slammed, shut. The door latched and I had to open it to get my finger out. The nail immediately turned bright blue, not black, and the pain was so intense there is no way that someone could withstand it on every single finger.
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