Too Hip
Right now I'm in my third “hipster” coffee shop of the week. Listening to overwhelmingly hip music, surrounded by grungy men covered in facial hair sporting hip glasses and beanies. (WHILE WRITING A BLOG. Look how much of a relevant millennial I am!!) I feel abhorrent to everyone that passes my uncool cloud I'm surrounded by. Their conversations, I assume, have to be about which coffee roast fits the weather best, all of the underground concerts they've gone to that I likely have never heard of, and the last time they went hiking. RED ALERT: I have spotted cassette tapes for sale and now I am certain that this place is professionally hip. This is my generation. The “Too Cool For School” type. Now, lets look past this facade of these composed individuals around me, because people watching is one of my favorite past times. The girls closest to me have a four person table to themselves and are surrounded by what looks like exhausting school work. They do not s...