I’m probably hipster
I like indie music. I wear colourful dorky clothes. I wear red Converse. I use Instagram.
It started when I was ten years old. I wore pink culottes. I wore fucking overalls. My hair was always in the same hairstyle, even on days when I refused to brush it. I stopped brushing it after a while. I got into HTML. I made websites while everyone played on the playground. I trolled people with terrorism jokes, because I was naive and dumb.
I took pictures of trees and then wrote song lyrics on them with a black marker. I wore nerd glasses…
Hipster is a stereotype. Who really cares whether what you do or what you don’t do does or doesn’t make you a hipster. I will probably get classified by one as some people; I branded myself some sort of rock chick in high school, and I am extremely vain.
In the end, just say whatever it is about yourself that is true. Even if people don’t believe you.
I like metal music.
In the end, if you’re true to yourself and you’re honest, no one really cares whether you’re hipster or not. But for at least a year now, “hipster” has become an endless joke for people who are or aren’t classified as such. Who classifies them? Themselves? Other people? Just society in general? You can make racist jokes, sexist jokes, but when you joke about something to do with stereotype, most of the time it’s laughable.
For the purpose of this post, hipster is anything you want to be. For me, in my head, it’s more of what makes me unique. In which case, I’m not hipster, I’m unique. But if I asked what makes you unique, you’d be stuck on what to say, right? You’d rack your brain for something about yourself that makes you different from other people. But what is different is that you are you. Now imagine that “hipster” encompasses those little things that you don’t dare tell anyone else, or those little-known things about you. Or even the well-known things about you. Or even the most blatantly ordinary.
Because it’s funny.
I’m a hipster; I like potatoes.
I’m a hipster; I listen to Rick Astley.
I’m a hipster; I go to bed at twelve.
I’m a hipster; I can use a knife and fork.
I’m so hipster because I can see over my own pelvis.
I have class tomorrow; that interactive design one – where we’re looking at interactive television. Most of the time I’m sitting there surfing my iPad wondering when I’m going to need this in life. I couldn’t even think of anything to research for my assignment because I don’t watch television. I hate television. Oh I hate television, I’m hipster.
I’m probably going to need people’s help with my assignment, because I’m looking into how people interact on social media with regards to television shows. It’s sort of interesting looking at this in light of Doctor Who (okay I lied. Doctor Who is the only thing I watch), because people don’t watch it with their friends or call up their friends. They tweet on Twitter, they endlessly post on Tumblr… in a way, they don’t always intend to interact closely with anyone, but only to share their thoughts. I don’t know where I’m going with my research question; I really don’t. Back in my Bachelors it was just so easy to look at something socially related. It was interesting, and I really enjoyed interviewing my blogging buddies and finding out how they interacted with other people online. I guess I could do that, but look at it in the light of interactive television and about discussing television… making this stupid concept called “television” more interactive.
My gosh. Is it really that simple? Did I suss it out just now, when I was screaming internally for some bright idea to pop up? At 12 midnight? I just have to make up a dumb question like “how is social media used to discuss television shows?”
University is bothering me. I can’t weave my life around all its tasks and crazy happenings. I can’t wait until I finish and graduate and when I get home at 7:00pm I can actually crash and sleep. And not have to worry about work, be it uni work or just work. I long for that day. I long for it so bad.
And then I can do something I’ve never done before. Like party or something. Drink more vodka. I’ve taken a liking to it. I can go to gigs without worrying “oh my gosh I have class”.
Sadly, that is about a year away. 😢
I wonder what hipsters will be like then.