I wrote a blog post about my Hipster obsession.

I wish I could be a hipster. Hipster is just such a fun word to say. Hipster. Just say it out loud. Isn’t it just fun? I wish I could be a Scottish hipster, but, I’m kind of from Georgia…..

I wish I was hipster, but I’m not skinny and I don’t wear tight, worn jeans or vintage apparel. I don’t have an obsession with Indie-rock (though it is pretty awesome), and I’m not in the 20-30 year old age range just yet.

I just want to fall through a crack in time and find my self in an alternate reality where I would be Andrew Garfield with a Scottish accent and wear cool glasses. And I would work as a photojournalist and basically live at coffee shops. And on the weekends I would travel to the downtowns of famous cities and soak up the night life. Or maybe I would just sit write for hours.

In the alternate reality, I would have a Yorkshire Terrier named Liam and I would live in a totally glass house on the top of huge green hill where it would always be raining.

Too bad gashes in reality are still quite a while in our future. Don’t ask how I know that.

(I am from the future.)