Always a step behind and a day ahead

I am so not cool. I’ve always known this and have been for the majority of my life content with it. I’ve never really had to defend it or call notice to it before. It’s allowed me to dress myself cheaply and by my own code. I can laugh at the jokes I think are funny and I am surrounded by friends like I am music, full heartedly or not at all. That’s why the accusation that I am a hipster was so alarming. Offensive yes, but more so surprising. If I am how do you say, ‘hip’, what the fuck have I been doing alone in my room for the majority of my life. It’s certainly not hip to paint stupid pictures and watch The Cutting Edge night after night, or is it? Classification is by accident a majority of the time and more often then not, ill-intended. Come May, I suppose I will look back at this stranger’s stupidity in envy. Once Mom becomes my title, no one, not even an emo-clad moron will have room to comment.