Dirty Hipsters/ Open Mic Night

Bad news people. I think I'm turning into (or already am) a dirty hipster. I mean, yikes. Since I've gotten to college, I have been bombarded by hipsters. I have also been bombarded by negativity towards hipsters. Now, I have never really heard of hipsters before. When my roommate explained to me what a hipster is, I'll be honest, part of me was like, "yeahhh... I don't see the issue". Maybe it's because I have inadvertently spent my entire life surrounded by hipsters. I called them hippies because, well, San Francisco's full of them. Apparently I was deluded in my concept of hipsters. It has become painfully apparent that you don't want to be a hipster. And here I am rocking a pixie cut, pea-coats, scarves, skinny jeans, and even a certain sarcasm/cynicism. Apparently these are some of the key symptoms of hipsterism.

Today kind of sealed the deal. Not only did I go to a cafe and drink a latte but I attended the cafe's open mic night. And the worst (or best?) part of it all was I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I had to keep my hands firmly in my pockets to keep from snapping during the poetry. So deep. So hipster. I even bought a button. I was so taken by the concept. It's going to become a weekly tradition and I am going to slowly get up my courage to participate.

I was very inspired. But I don't know what I'd do. I can't sing, I can't play an instrument, I ain't too good at poetry (unless it has silly rhymes), and I don't know if my fictional prose would be... up to par. I am intensely self conscious,especially in regards to my writing, which slowly is being rectified through this blog. I could just talk, I could do stand up comedy probably, I could rant. I'm good at that, I think. I have things to say, but am not creative enough to perform ideas via song or poetry. I like direct communication. I also don't know if that's what they want for the open mic night. A prerequisite might be that you have to be artistic in your presentation of material, in which case, my pontification won't be appreciated. I wanna go up, speak my peace and get off the stage.

Eh. We'll see. Maybe I'll whip out something witty and wise and be able to poetry-ize it. I certainly won't be singing in public anytime soon.

Thinking of things that make me anti-hipster....
-My favorite musician is Billy Joel
-I don't hate materialism. I know this because I couldn't live with out my computer, iPhone, or Steve Madden shoes
-I like being happy, and only sardonic in moderation
-I show my emotions
-I actually like my friends
-I shower
-I don't have excessive piercings or any tattoos
-I don't really listen to contemporary alternative music, Vampire Weekend aside.
-I like reading tabloids
-I have faith in humanity
-I really really love school and have ambitions
-I don't wear beanies, glasses that I don't need, or excessive layers
-I don't resent my family or childhood
-I recognize how dumb hipsters are
...There must be more... Oh well, that's extensive enough for me to know I'm not completely hopeless...