Why I'm not a hipster
To start with, let me give a quick definition abt what hipster literally means. Merriam defines it as " a person who is unusually aware of and interested in new and unconventional patterns (as in jazz or fashion)" In layman terms, they're the ones who are thought as weird because their interests aren't of the norm.
I was stereotyped as the weird one since high school.
My classmates were the kind who would stay in the kiosk during lunch and gossip about guys and girls from other schools and their profile pictures and whatnot. Although I do the same thing to a lesser degree, they saw me more as the type who would break into a song and awful dance number. Someone had to be the weirdo. I eventually noticed how I wasnt able to put up with a clique for a long time and how they werent able to put up with me as well. It wasn't about me being hard to get along with. Our wavelengths just never match. To them, weirdo, I was, plain and simple.
What definitely made my classmates label me as the weird one are my interests but I like to think otherwise. The only thing that probably sets me apart is my hatred for bandwagoning. Who would like it when something real and beautiful is just torn down to shreds because people join in the trend without any hint of appreciation for what it really is?
I'm pretty much a simple person. My interests are basic. I like music that are pleasing to my ears. I read books that feed my soul. I watch shows that tickle my imagination and I do things that make me feel alive. Remember the song "Terrified" by Katharine McPhee? Boy, was I furious when that song would be on loop during my third year in high school because ive been gushing about it to them way back first year, which they just ignored.
I guess that's one bad thing about being the outcast--no one ever listens and trusts what you say because most people are often doubtful or even afraid to take a dive into uncharted seas, and I completely understand. However, I just want to ask, if we were made to live monotonous lives, why do we all have free will in the first place? Hasn't it crossed anyone's mind that maybe that's one of the secrets to living a fulfilling life? That maybe sometimes variety is what we all need to fill that emptiness deep down?
Am I really the only one who thinks that at times dancing under the rain can also be fun? Is it really weird to lie down on the street and gaze at the stars and marvel at how vast the sky is at 3AM? Would it be very hipster of me to run on a field and laugh with the grass, as if reuniting with old friends?
Maybe this is just my desire to keep something precious away from the clutches of those who wish to corrupt it, in the same manner that one would nurture a flower by watering it instead of plucking it for personal satisfaction.
Who knows, maybe I really am a hipster or a weirdo, whatever people call it. . . At least, I know what I want even if it means being alone and marching to the beat of my own drum.
