07 February 2015

Accidental hipster

I was raised by parents on the fringe of being hippies. They were cool with the counter culture without being deeply immersed. They both had strong farming backgrounds, college educations and traditional careers. We lived in the country, didn't buy many new clothes, raised a garden, and didn't have television. We used our library cards heavily, played board and card games, and played outside. We went to church every Sunday and were taught to care for others as we care for ourselves, not be worldly or selfish, and help out when are where we could. We learned we should be thankful for what we have as there are many who have much less.
There is a wave of people in modern culture now who were raised similarly to me, apparently, and have been saddled with the moniker of hipster. I apparently am one, though I never aspired to be, and don't particularity care to wear the label. My politics are generally left, I enjoy music that's not mainstream, and I never did give a damn to wear the hot fashions. We couldn't afford to be fashionable, so we made our own way. It appears many other kids came up the same way, and now we're the cool ones. Those of us who were never cool by the measure of society have accidentally become the cool, and I for one would rather not attract attention. I don't need your approval, your label, your critique, or your little box in which to place me. I do what I do because that's the way I've always done it. I'm not trying to fit in, and I think that's what annoys me the most. Just because there is a group of people similar to me does not mean I'm part of that group, or want to be. Perhaps I am just by association, but I reject the name while acknowledging the similarity. Don't judge me by my appearance, my musical tastes, my bookshelf or my beer preference. Judge me on my character, how I treat others, and how I conduct myself in the face of adversity. Judge me on how I view the world and why I view it that way. Judge me on my ability to make the best of my situation. Don't call me a hipster unless I give you permission. I am an individual. There may be many like me, and I may be like many, but I am me and there is no one else exactly like me. I don't want to be in your hipster grouping for the sake of belonging. I don't need to belong. I want to associate with other individuals who are like minded and approach life in a similar manner but if there are none to be found, I will move forward on my own, and no worse off for doing so.