As life rolls merrily forward you’ll discover that the more overdressed a person is the dimmer the brain they maintain. So, don’t be fooled by the attractiveness of how the person appears; the probability of their staunch advocacy towards stupidity will be quite high.
The usual hipster male can be found eating a mighty mac meal in Supermacs, sporting an uncalled for sports jacket and hair soaked in the climax of their own self manufactured spunk. The female hipster has dyed her hair some obnoxious color modelling an aspect of her personality she couldn’t possibly attain. Into punk music before all her friends, she exhibits a Ramones T-shirt embarrassingly explaining her love for their album American Idiot. The innocuous atmosphere begins to breed as they both engage in the art of conversations destruction. No points being made; no evolution being found; just long winded vowel sounds characterizing the mundane happenings of their day as high octane edge of seat shit spiel.
They are at odds to the form and dynamics of conversation as their only communication up to this point was with mirrors. They believe in colour, fabric, fashion and the nature of possessions. They discuss the latest trends, movies and music; all of which they have no intention of engaging with. Their thoughts are only as deep as their man/handbags. Education to them is a thing of the past and all social skills dispelled into the abyss. Yet somehow the talk continues not with general chit-chat on social or contemporary issues but the humiliating crassness of their own misgivings. Other warning signs, should you feel the need to dislodge important knowledge from your cranium by engaging these modern defects of society, include their wearing of scarfs in the summer and thick glasses with no lenses. Marley Park during the summer should be avoided at all costs as they will be in attendance discussing at length the band currently playing on stage or walking around coffee stalls defining the imbecile.
Coincidentally many of these people also listen to techno. The consistent and lengthy Angelus like beat of each track reflecting their own thought process. The electronic procession of numbness is a communal event to the legion of dense. A perfect illustration of this is the rave. The dim lights reflecting the collective brain power and loud music masking their primitive vernacular. The endless repetivity of beats interwoven with modest breakdowns succeeds in the wiser man’s need for ecstasy.
Sense of humor is without doubt a sign of intelligence. Hence, how come you never see thick people in the horrors laughing? The truth is because they don’t understand the humor or more specifically the world around them. Ask yourself who out of the people you know have you never seen in the tits laughing and you’ll discover any conversation you had with those people was so immensely dull you thought the lights had changed. If so happens that you have never got a fit of laughing in any context then you my friend like the majority of hipsters probably believed that Forrest Gump was a true story.
Forgive them for they know not who they are but forever tell people who they think they are.