Four, count them... FOUR, hipsters came up to me today complimenting my skirt. I had no idea who they were, but I saw right through their jealousy as they were really implying "that skirt is so freaky and hipster that I'm mad I didn't think of something that bizarre.
I'm not directly implying that my skirt wasn't very trendy, because it was if I do say so myself.
Hipsters, for those of you who don't know, are modern day hippies. They look very dirty and rugged, wear clothes that are supposed to look so ugly that its trendy. They worship nature and hate politics, yet encourage recycling.
In modern day Danville California, hipster is the opposite of their goal of being unique... It is mainstream.
Kids at Monte Vista spend hundreds of dollars to look so poor. Hipsters. I once aspired to be a hipster, this I am ashamed of. I need so desperately to be different, and being mainstream just wont work out for me. In a hipsters eyes, being with the trends is too ordinary, therefore they branch out to crazy things. I suppose this means Ill be going back to being normal in order to be abnormal. That's a mind twister.
I respect hipsters, I'm friends with many. They make me laugh though. They make me laugh.
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