This is by far the biggest crisis I’ve had to deal with in a while.
I got called a hipster.
I of course denied but then I started thinking:
-I live really close to Wicker Park
-I own a lot of Threadless shirts
-I’m really sad that Filter closed.
-I’ve been to Debonair Social Club twice (but only for open bars!)
-I really want an old moped.
There are lots of things that don’t make me a hipster like not having a bad haircut, not owning a white belt or a bicycle and I’m not going to Pitchfork this weekend.
It was my acupuncturist that said I’m a “hip kid” after commenting that she liked my Threadless t-shirt. I told her I was a geek and she said geeks don’t get acupuncture because they question Eastern medicine too much. She is right about that, I’ve had to defend my actions to my geekier friends several times. (My current defense being “fuck off, it’s my body.”)
I didn’t even know that it was an old moped I was coveting until today. I’ve been calling them motorbikes and finally saw a manufacturer name on one today and looked it up. I thought mopeds=scooters. Something where you’re sitting, knees bent, like a Vespa. I guess I was wrong and the bikes I see out all over my neighborhood are mopeds. There’s even one chained to my fence but I haven’t determined who the owner is yet.
So if(when) I get this new job, I know what my first stupid purchase will be!
Unrelated to the current crisis, I have ear seeds in my left ear. Hopefully they will stay in for the week and I can play with them and see if they’re helpful. They kind of look like jewelery.
your card is in the mail