So,like, I have weird tattoos. I blog. I love vinyl. And I like to rock the odd beanie, ok!
For a while now, I’ve been pushed into the Hipster category. It used to irk me because the things that made me such an utter, hopeless outcast as a kid, now made me hip. I just don’t bloody get it - I went through years of self-hate and isolation because, at the risk of further cementing my title, I really and truly did like my record player before it was cool. Now, I apparently could only possibly like these things because they are retro-cool and hipster-chic.
Anyhoo, being newly single, I decided to embrace it and reunite with my people. I did this by going to like,a totally rad indie-folk duo performing with their ukulele at a digs, that has it’s very own off-beat name.
I was amped hey. I got on the camo. I put on the beanie. I was ready to rock ‘n roll with the people who were going to “get me”. Play me the song of your people and let us swap war stories, my kindred spirits!
But gosh. Could I have been more of an outcast, once again.
Here are the Top 4 Most Atrocious Things I did last night:
1. I admitted to knowing someone.
So when I meet someone, I remember them. And when I see them again. I greet them. I was under the impression that, that was called “making friends” but boy was I wrong. It’s far too much effort, to remember people, because they sure as hell won’t admit to remembering you, what with all the cool crazy shit they’ve been doing since they met you.
2. Bobbed and swayed to the music.
I dug the music. It doesn’t take much for me to enjoy live music hey. It actually takes a lot for me to dislike something ( See: Kanye West’s New Music Video). Maybe it means I need to get more of an opinion , or, maybe it means that I am not hell-bent on succumbing to this wave of faux-fresh cynicism that is sweeping the nation. What is with the need to hate everything people? So, couple my positivity with my uncontrollable shoulder dancing and I was basically and eight-legged freak still listening to Death Cab For Cutie. Dead-pan and unenthused expressions, are a MUST, if you want to blend in while standing out.
3. I admitted to not knowing something.
In my world, if someone brings up a new band or an obscure World War II East Indian Pizza Tribute Monument, and I don’t know about it, I’ll admit it. In my mind, this is how you learn shit, but in hipster world this is how you make a public spectacle of yourself. Get it together, Jenna!
4. I laughed at someone’s joke.
Even worse, I tried to crack one.
Yep, this is a generalization. I also met some cool people. I met some chill people. But for the most of it I felt very lost and very out of touch with my supposed homies.
So where the actual do I fit in? It’s not a Tiger Tiger. It’s not at a Blogger’s Convention Supporting that thing that happened in the Middle East or Africa or wherever.
For now it’s on my couch with old episodes of HIMYM and wearing last season’s non-organically made pajamas, while blogging about Sam Lambert. Oh and having a sense of humor.
Me, a hipster? Nah, that’s too mainstream.