Its 12:31 pm. I am sitting alone in the HUB sipping on an overpriced, underwhelming cup of coffee and reading a book written by a successful female celebrity in hopes that her novel will inspire me to get off my lazy ass and do something useful with my time. (Fun fact: it's not working).
The guy next to me is reading the New York Times, looking like he is educated and like he owns the world. He is reading the newspaper just to read the newspaper while simultaneously listening to music that has substantial meaning through beats wireless headphones that cost roughly $100 dollars as he sips a $7 smoothie from Jamba Juice. I bet this guy has a killer Instagram feed and composes funny, yet sometimes inspirational tweets which ignites a spark in his twitter followers do "do something good today" or simply "be nice to people". His friends probably adore his taste in music. He's up to date with the coolest songs and somehow knows all the lyrics to that recidulously fast rap in that one song. "Yoooo! How can you do that? Thats amazing! We are all so impressed and we all really adore you as a friend. Your twitter inspires us all" says all of his friends. He wears a shirt that reads 'CASUAL FRIDAY' on a Friday. Wow, he must have his life together. He knows the days of the week and when it is suitable to wear his 'CASUAL FRIDAY' t-shirt.
Well I ever reach this kind of aesthetic luxury? Probably not, but I will always hope to be.
For the past week, I have have come to the conclusion that I am Wanna Be Hipster Trash? I wear colors like mustard, olive green, and maroon. I bought myself a pair of white sneakers that I wear almost everyday. I want baseball hats that have cacti or a dog riding a scooter on them to accessorize my outfits. The one problem is, that being hipster is expensive. I don't have the money to buy kombucha tea made in the Himalayan mountains by some old dude that was once taught by Gandhi.
I want my life to be the aesthetic of dreams. My aesthetic will Beyoncé's goals. I just want a pretty life. That is all that I ask.
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