[conformed]

Yes, blog buddies, what you read is true.

I conformed.
I can see that look in your eyes already; confronting me with scowls of shame and disappointment. Of course, you're probably wondering what it is I conformed to. My dearest gentle readers, I stand before you today admitting my serious felony:

I am--a hipster.

We all saw it coming, and it's best to get this out into the open before I fall back into denial.

I sport the cardigans, skinny ties, and outdated fake glasses. My possessions boast a variety of collectibles from Goodwill and Urban. My vintage afghans are stacked loominously or luminously next to my record collection (get it?), and my unique figurines have occupied the space where my books once resided.

My lifestyle is festering with the movement known as the Hipster era.

However, my greatest transgression has yet to be disclosed.

I have purchased--a pair of toms.

Gentle readers, please keep a tight grasp on your rotten tomatoes for one moment and let me explain. Alright?

They are so cute! Seriously, have you seen them? After taking one look at these over priced foot-wraps, how can you not (for a moment) understand my selfish desire?

Okay, okay. aight!? I admit. I have taken this identity crisis too far. Thankfully, it's time for the resolution and denouement part of this blog.

As a human being attempting to survive in this messed up society, I will continue remember the important things. But when this world passes away, what is really all that important? My vintage Hair poster? Or the memory of driving into the country with my best friend at 3am just to see the stars?

Hipster, hick, or human. We all need to converge our attention to the truly beautiful valuables. Those moments in life when honesty is the only thing hovering between two beautiful persons.

Find those moments. Accentuate them. Live honestly. Go barefoot.

I will do the same.

abs.