| I may be totally broke and depressed about it, but I am happy that I don't spend every minute of every day thinking about what to do and how to act to seem as cool as possible. It just makes no sense to me. People who are obviously miserable talking about their amazing social exploits makes me both sad and angry. For a while, I acted like that, but quickly snapped out of it. Namedropping is like, the lowest you can fucking stoop. It's one thing to say your friend knows a famous person, but to make a list of the people you know who are "cool" in your city and the pills you have done with them, well seriously. Who cares about THAT MUCH being a fucking hipster? Sure, deep down we all want to be popular, but if you've seen any teen movie, you know that everyone's much happier as a loser. When I move to Philly I am going to dye my hair black again and get a style mullet. I'm also buying a track bike and reading a lot of Bukowski. Seriously, when being fashionable seeps into your mannerisms, friend choices, vocabulary, eating habits, and opinions, you need to fucking take a break. |
