Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
posers. oh my god.
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it's offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me
what makes looking the same as everyone else appealing?
so what if i want to wear what i want.
sorry if i am not indie/scene/hip/fake enough for you.
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
Max Bemis wrote this song that explains the entire scene fantastically.
Things have gotten so ridiculous. As if there is nothing more important than looking a certain way for no reason whatsoever. No one really cares except you and the other people who are just like you. I can't tell the two of you apart.
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
'Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar
I know a few of these assholes. They are extremely annoying.
Unfortunately, I have never been lucky enough to have been confronted by one, but I know what they think.
When I walk past them and their "friends" I see the looks they give me and I just have to smile.
Nothing makes me feel better than knowing I didn't conform when I woke up this morning.
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
So thank you, Max Bemis.
Keep on doing what you are doing.
I love it.