Remember the Hipster Phase?

My hipster phase was really just me wearing demin and leather pants (and occasionally purple jeggings) and whatever shirt I pulled out with a Charlie the Unicorn jacket thrown over it. I also only listened to indie rock/pop and refused anything "mainstream" (besides the Arctic Monkeys, though).

Look at this piece of shit hipster, staying up til three in the morning to listen to their shitty hipster music. Looks like she's a fucking ten-year-old without her glasses on. Wearing a striped shirt and then plaid and then the Charlie the Unicorn jacket and then another fucking striped jacket over that, what the hell were you thinking?

... Better than before, I guess.

Whatever, I'm not even a hipster.
-Narwhal Sandkurt

Self Acceptance

You know what?

Fuck it.

It doesn't matter if nobody else believes in me, I believe in me.

If what I do is good enough for me, it's good enough.

Fuck all this "I'm not good enough" nonsense, I'm fucking good enough, and anyone who doesn't think so can go straight to hell.
-Narwhal Sandkurt

A Further Look into My "Intelligence"

I am not as smart as the adults surrounding me seem to believe.

All I can really do is memorize mostly useless trivia, and the bit that is useful I can hardly apply to any "real-world situations."

The worst part is, I only have four more years to fix that before I'm shipped out into the world with the reassurance that it's "Not as bad as I think."

There is no possible way someone like myself could ever obtain a doctorate, lest I become someone else entirely. Someone much more intelligent, much more work-oriented, much more driven.

The only thing that may separate me from others in my position is that I wouldn't turn to drugs, but rather something more or less productive: memorizing yet more mostly useless trivia that I will never be able to apply to a "real-world situation."

No, I'm not that "bright but unmotivated" problem child.

I'm just an unmotivated problem.
-Narwhal Sandkurt