We Didn't start the Fire

It's strange that I've spent so much of my life hating "hipsters" and indie bastards because they actually try to be different, try to make themselves seem unique. I don't know why that infuriates me so much. Probably because any put-upon sub-culture bothers me. But I digress. The other reason that those kids bugged me was because I thought they were rebelling against nothing. I've been inundated with subculture of all varieties since I was a baby, and I was never really exposed to people who saw normalcy as a key virtue, people who craved sameness and boredom over any kind of rebellion or an interesting life. Well, now I'm surrounded by them. They're not bad people, really, and then I remembered that I've rarely met a hipster I didn't get along with. These people all want to grow up to be cops in the city they were born in, and success is more than just a word for them. Hipsters all want to grow up to be artists and rock stars, and success is based on how famous they can get and how vapid they can make art. The two groups are more similar than they'd like, just on opposite aesthetic spectrums. I can't help, when contrasting myself with the cops-to-be, realising how hard I try to feel different from them. And I think I understand I tend towards self-hate a little better now.

In other news, I have listened to Josephine by Mark Lanegan and Josh Homme 17 times in the past 3 days. You should listen to that one. The War on Terror continues, and it's WORKING, people. On this day, 1365 years ago, Umar ibn al-Khattab was killed by a servant in Medina (but probably not really, considering how totally fucked calendars are). I need a fucking drink and I HAVE WHISKEY DOWNSTAIRS OH AWESOME KAY BYE.