11 4 / 2011
I guess I have a blog now? I wouldn’t count on more than 3 postings a year. Here goes nothing…
I know what you’re thinking: “I’m not a fucking hipster. Just because I fucking dress like one, act like one, think like one, doesn’t make me one.” Me too. It’s funny how everyone is turning against hipster now, yet nobody is changing. The title has gotten so widespread that nobody feels it’s a part of who they are anymore, even though that was kind of the point to begin with. It was supposed to make you an individual. It was saying, I don’t give a fuck, I’m doing whatever I want. But I see where it all went wrong. It’s when doing those things that make you happy while steering as far from cultural norms become the cultural norm that you have to reassess everything. Has this become a dream world where you helped set forth the foundation for an ideal society where people get it and want in, or has it lost all of it’s credibility, turning from some sort of self righteous integrity to fashion statement (bye bye integrity).
I was against it from the start. I shouldn’t say against it, I just wasn’t it. I don’t want to be a part of anything, nor did I then. I’ve never been into titles because I always expect myself to stray from them. I didn’t drink until I was twenty, but I never considered the title “straight edge.” I just didn’t care about drinking. I was all for it. I loved hanging around my friends when they did it, I just, for some unbeknownst reason decided I didn’t want to. I never considered NEVER doing it. I just didn’t care to at the time. And once I started, I fucking loved it and had no remorse about abandoning a title. The closest I’ve ever come to labeling myself as something is with punk, yet I’m such a far cry from being punk. Punk just happens to be my favorite thing on the planet. I surround myself with it on a daily basis. I’m always thinking about it, yet I’m still so hesitant to call myself a punk. I share similar mentalities, but not even close to all. It’s almost shameful to no be dirty or poor in the punk community. I was raised in the suburbs by an upper-middle class family, good grades, never touched drugs or got in trouble, ever (literally). I didn’t even skate. How can I be a punk? Though that’s the beauty of punk, the straight up definition of being punk is being whoever you may happen to be and doing what you want to do. It’s saying “I don’t give a fuck, I’m doing whatever I want.” I guess what I’m getting at here is hipster is the new punk.
But really it’s all the same, with subtle changes in the tapestry. We all think we are so creative and different, and you know what? We are. Not always, but some of us are still in training. Some will still be for a very long time, but most of us will find our way. We’ll combine our collective experiences to form some sort of whole that encompasses who each and every one of us is. Anyway, it’s not the whole picture that counts, it’s the details. When you get down to it, each and everyone of us is a detail in everyone else life with the exception of our own and the few poor assholes we’re closest to. So in conclusion, I should have concluded this before forming this paragraph and I’m 30 minutes late to work. (Ah fuck it, fist I’m gonna go get a $30 haircut. UPTHEPUNX).