The General Loser Community by Emily Heller Lyrics
A little bit about me, a lot of people assume I was a nerd growing up. That’s not fair, it’s untrue and offensive. I was not a nerd. Nerds had other nerds to hang out with and play DnD. I was a spazzy weirdo, we’re our own thing. Kind of the bad boys of the general loser community, if you would. All of the alienation none of the brains.
I couldn't find anyone who was into what I was into when I was into as a kid. I’ll give you an example. When I was eleven my dad made me scrambled eggs for breakfast one morning. And I said “This is amazing what’s in this?” and he said, “Oregano.” So naturally I took a small tub of oregano and I taped a string to it, and wore it as necklace every day to school, for three months. And because I’m from San Francisco my parents just let me do that. They were just like go on out into the world be free, follow your heart. Who are we to stop you? You’re actually, literally the only people who could stop me. That's kind of your job description. Actually, you are the barrier between me and the world seeing me with this garbage around my neck. And you’re dropping the ball.
I was like this is cool. I’m the oregano girl now. You all better pick a spice because oregano is spoken for. I think what I’m trying to say is that it took me a really long time to lose my virginity. That’s the point of that story.
The weird thing was though that no one made fun of me for that. I was not bullied. And I deserved it. Some kids do. No one ever called me names, beat me up, shoved me in a locker, anything like that. Instead, the cool kids just wrote really backhanded compliments in my yearbook. Like two different people wrote. “I just love how you don’t care what anybody thinks of you!” Which was news.
“What what? What makes you think. I mean I don’t care, but how did you know, I don’t care what people think about me?”
“Just you know, how you dress and behave. Just because if you cared what people thought of you, you would do both of those differences.”
I went to a private school so maybe that is how rich people bully each other, real passive-aggressively. “You know what I love about you, you're so unique, you’re LIKE NONE OF US. You know what I love about you, You march to the beat of a different drummer,” Yeah a drummer whose first instrument is not the drums. I might have been asking for it considering what I wrote in their yearbook, which was just “THE PROPHECY MUST BE COMPLETE” in my own blood, every yearbook too. I was so dizzy by the end of that day.
I couldn't find anyone who was into what I was into when I was into as a kid. I’ll give you an example. When I was eleven my dad made me scrambled eggs for breakfast one morning. And I said “This is amazing what’s in this?” and he said, “Oregano.” So naturally I took a small tub of oregano and I taped a string to it, and wore it as necklace every day to school, for three months. And because I’m from San Francisco my parents just let me do that. They were just like go on out into the world be free, follow your heart. Who are we to stop you? You’re actually, literally the only people who could stop me. That's kind of your job description. Actually, you are the barrier between me and the world seeing me with this garbage around my neck. And you’re dropping the ball.
I was like this is cool. I’m the oregano girl now. You all better pick a spice because oregano is spoken for. I think what I’m trying to say is that it took me a really long time to lose my virginity. That’s the point of that story.
The weird thing was though that no one made fun of me for that. I was not bullied. And I deserved it. Some kids do. No one ever called me names, beat me up, shoved me in a locker, anything like that. Instead, the cool kids just wrote really backhanded compliments in my yearbook. Like two different people wrote. “I just love how you don’t care what anybody thinks of you!” Which was news.
“What what? What makes you think. I mean I don’t care, but how did you know, I don’t care what people think about me?”
“Just you know, how you dress and behave. Just because if you cared what people thought of you, you would do both of those differences.”
I went to a private school so maybe that is how rich people bully each other, real passive-aggressively. “You know what I love about you, you're so unique, you’re LIKE NONE OF US. You know what I love about you, You march to the beat of a different drummer,” Yeah a drummer whose first instrument is not the drums. I might have been asking for it considering what I wrote in their yearbook, which was just “THE PROPHECY MUST BE COMPLETE” in my own blood, every yearbook too. I was so dizzy by the end of that day.