Sad Hipster is Sad
It’s hard to get up in the morning, knowing you have to put on your sister’s jeans and ride your fixed gear bike all the way down to the meatpacking district, just to get some fair trade coffee. Some days you just want to pull that ironic T-shirt over your head and stop reading Noam Chomsky on your iPad.
Hey man, I hear you.
But when life gives you Meyer lemons, you have to make French Lemonade. You have to look for the good things in life, even when you’re pale and sad and your hair isn’t quite long enough to cover your eyes.
So come on! Fire up The Decemberists on your record player (because vinyl is the only medium that matters) and let yourself go. Sure, you only have one sleeve and a neck hole, but that doesn’t mean you can’t dance!