To be completely aloof as to what it is you’re doing is the path to ultimate hipsterism.
Whatever gold life happens to gift you, you knew you were “the first one on it”. You never talked about it, due to your own mental lapses, so you know no one has been tipped off. You don’t have to go all out and be as tragically ironic as possible because, well, you don’t even know what that means. Literally. In the new literal sense that you “kinda thought was the way it was already?”.
It’s so pure, and will make you the envy of those that set out to be so enviable. Oh, and all those vapid thoughts echoing nervously in your head won’t bear their falsehood in the minds of others, so you’ll just keep on doing your thing.
Way to go, clueless guy destined for hipster ninja rockstar status; you truly make the hipster/homeless game interesting on Market Street.
