I’ve been having a new version of the classic anxiety dream lately, and I’m not too pleased. On the other hand, it’s at least an interesting phenomenon, so I’ll share it with the intergallery.
So here’s the most recent dream, analysis to follow (but it won’t be necessary): So, from what I can remember, I was house shopping at the beginning of the dream. My goal was to get the biggest place with the most impressive layout for what i could afford. So I find this place owned by a little old lady who’s moving south or something, and it’s pretty cool. Old, a little undermaintained, but funky layout, two stories, big bathroom, lots of character. Blah blah blah, I get it, have some friends over and it starts raining. I’m giving them a tour of the place and we walk into a room at one end of the house (which is draftier and creakier than I remembered), and it’s leaking! I feel palpable dismay and a sense of failure. I distinctly remember that in the dream i chastised myself for not checking for water damage or getting the place inspected before i bought it, and then I notice that half the ceiling in this room is missing. The back end of my new house is completely open to the elements!
The rest of the dream is me scrambling to find a tarp, and trying to find the hidden value of my new home to somehow compensate for the gigantic hole and water damage.
So this is only the latest in my new series of anxiety dreams, most of which feature some sort of me forgetting to make a bill payment and suffering consequences. The plus side, I THINK, is that I won’t be having anymore school-theme anxiety dreams. No more forgetting my homework, or realizing I went a whole semester without attending chemistry class and there’s an exam tomorrow. yay, adulthood.
I’m not sure I want to do this blog crap, but I’ve got a hundred reasons to try it out, so here we go. First, what the hell is Hipster in Exile? Well, to be honest, it sounds a little stupid to me, but I wanted a website name that wasn’t just my first and last. It’s a little risky mixing anything more ambitious with a glorified resume space (which you can check out if you’re hiring a video editor, just ask), and I’ll probably have to do a little self censoring to keep from getting myself in trouble, but what the hell? Deciding to let chips fall where they may. Blah blah blah… answer the question. Ok, so I was recently fortunate enough to be able to buy an apartment in New York. Only problem (or is it a problem?) is that it is far far away from all of the traditional haunts one associates with being in any way cool. Or anything resembling atmosphere. Or friends, for that matter.
My goal with this blog is to explore what it means to grow up to people like me who have spent an inordinate amount of time being concerned with being in style or expressing our individuality by dressing and acting like like-minded people. It’s about what happens when life forces a hipster to hop back on the conventional train and rejoin the mainstream. It’s especially hard in New York, so close to the epicenter of taste-making and fashion. It’s even harder to realize how tied up in that superficial image rat race I was and begin to move on.
So now I have an apartment, a steady, not-so-glamorous job (although that may change with this dismal economy), and a full-on midlife crisis in swing. And none of my friends want to come out here. Expect this site to get more sophisticated as I pour more of myself into it. Expect to see pictures of things. Expect links to stories about coming of age, or finding meaning, or how to replace a toilet.