A friend gives me crap all the time because I tell people I hate hipsters. Hate is a pretty strong word and I likely wouldn’t apply it to an individual, but as a way of thinking, a group mentality, I really do kinda hate them (hipsters). This friend thinks it’s funny to tell me that his definition of hipster includes people who write blogs and use Twitter. I’m pretty sure he’s just trying to get my goat (I like goats). It won’t work.
I recently tried to explain to him that nobody in particular is bothersome to me and I don’t even need to label it hipster, I just do not like exclusivity. Never have. I do not like a group of people to get together and think bad things about anyone who is not just like them. That is very bad behavior in my opinion. I can’t condone it and I want no part of it. Things of that nature seem to be able to find plenty of fuel without me contributing. It’s just not a proper use of the gifts and talents we have all been given.
Humans are very powerful beings. Just as we have way more brain power than we ever use, we have more deliberate power to create than we ever realize. So when we gather together in groups and focus our thoughts on a specific idea, things start to happen. Good or bad, depending on the focus.
This is something I’m super sensitive about. I admit it. I was born with a very soft heart for people who are picked on or ostracized in any way. During my primary education I befriended the people nobody else could stand and I stood up for mentally challenged people. There is no way I could have done otherwise. Cruelty has always been really difficult for me to handle. I do not like to see it in any form and I will do whatever I can to lessen its impact in the world.
People just need to be nicer to each other. It’s really not that hard. You just take all of the values, ideas, hopes and dreams you have for yourself and bestow that on another person. When you think about another person as being someone who wants the exact same things as you and wants to feel innocent and accepted, just like you, it’s pretty hard to hate. Think of how you felt at your most innocent and vulnerable and relate that to the other person. And then you know that everyone has fears and insecurities, things they’re good at, things they suck at and we’re all just doing the best we can with what life gives us. We’re all just playing the cards we’ve been dealt.
I find that when I think of people that way, forgiveness is much easier. It doesn’t even get that far most of the time. As I judge fewer things I find fewer things need forgiveness. The people I have direct contact with don’t do much that is difficult to forgive. I’ve forgiven such difficult things, the stuff I see day-to-day doesn’t even register. I even forgive hipsters, I just don’t endorse their credo as I understand it.
Hipsters as people, yes. Hipsters as group think, pass.
Just be nice, hipsters. That’s all I ask. I can overlook the ridiculous clothing and eyewear, the lack of regard for personal hygiene and possibly even the way your voice goes up at the end of every sentence so everything sounds like a question? I know, right? If it’s too hard to look at others the way I suggested, maybe just look at yourselves and realize you’re just as dorky as the rest of the world. You haven’t cornered the market on quirkiness or uniqueness. There is a part of everyone that nobody else gets. Deep down we really are all the same. We’re all made of stars. And stars don’t think they’re cooler than other stars.
Go and play nice.