I'm nineteen, I look twenty-four, I work at a burger joint and my most annoying customers are teenagers. Always dressed like idiots, listen, if you want to be nonconformists, do as I do: DRESS HOW NO ONE ELSE DRESSES. Don't just dress the same as a bunch of people whom call themselves nonconformists.
This reminded me of part of a South Park episode.....
[Loading dock at South Park Elementary, day. Stan walks over and finds the Goths there, as usual. Henrietta reads a book]
Stan: Hey guys. Uh. You guys know how to dance, right?
Tall Goth: [with cigarette] Of course we know how to dance.
Stan: Cool, because, there's this competition on Saturday, and I have to find the very best dancers in South Park to be on my crew. My friends can't do it because they suck ass, so, will you be in my dance troupe?
Red Goth: Dance troupe? Please. [leans to one side and whips his hair back into place] We don't dance like those Britney and Justin wannabes at school. [whips his hair back into place] Goth kids dance to express pain and suffering.
Tall Goth: Yeah. [stands up] The only cool way to dance is to keep your hands at your sides and your eyes looking at the ground. Then every three seconds you take a drag from your cigarette. [leans his head to the right for two beats, leans it to the left for two beats, leans it to the right for two beats while taking a drag, leans it to the left for two beats, repeats. The red Goth follows suit, then all four Goths dance the same way]
Stan: Okay, that'll work fine. Listen, there's a dance competition this Saturday and I need good dancers so I don't get served.
Red Goth: [flips his hair back] No way. Dancing is something you do alone in your room at three in the morning.
Stan: [walks up to the red Goth] Please, you guys, our whole town's reputation is at stake! Will any of you do it?
Red Goth: I'm not doin' it. Being in a dance group is totally conformist.
Henrietta: Yeah. I'm not conforming to some dance-off regulations.
Little Goth: I'm not doin' it either. I'm the biggest nonconformist of all.
Tall Goth: I'm such a nonconformist that I'm not going to conform with the rest of you. Okay, I'll do it. [rises and walks over to Stan]
Stan: Great! [they leave together]
Henrietta: Whoa. I think we just got put in our place.
Red Goth: Yeah. We just got Goth-served.