liquidity...or: who am I?

I hang with hipsters. Many of them would be appalled at that description but lets call a spade a spade here. A significant portion of my social circle are young, hip, indie types who know all the cool music and read all the right books, wear the right clothes (the ones that look as if they aren't trying too hard), keep up with the coolest online comics, and poohpooh all the things that they are simply too cool for. I'm not criticizing, I love them dearly, wouldn't trade them for the world. And I do a decent imitation, some days. I listen to some of the right music... a little bit anyway; and I read the same books although I often don't love those books as much as they seem to.

But the other day I simply realized that I'm not. Not young, not hip, not indie. At least not in comparison. And it started to make me wonder where I fit.

For awhile, a few years back, I spent alot of time among a group of intensely socially concious, anti-consumerism, vegetarians who travelled the world with only what was in their rucksacks (don't call them backpacks). I loved them and their strong ideals. I learned so much from the experiences we shared. But ultimately I wanted to live somewhere. To have a home. To eat more than jasmine rice and curry (not that I don't love Jasmine rice and curry). I fell away from the more militant ones; some people "fell from grace" along with me. Now many of them have condos in Halifax and eat meat on a regular basis. I still hear from some of them intermittently; ironically, I hear more often from one who still travels the world than from some of the folks back home...

I don't know where I'm going with this one. It's meandering a bit - sorry about that. I guess I was just thinking about it a bit.

Wondering.

*AFTERTHOUGHT*(Oct. 5/05)Having recently been schooled on the "proper definition" of a hipster, it would seem I don't actually hang with many at all. Thanks Nickolai for the clarification but the thought process stands. My un-indie-ness remains.