It seems like a tremendous amout of effort to maintain your hipster status. The time and energy you must expend has to make you wonder if it's all worth it. Grooming your ironic moustache alone must take hours out of your week. Scowering stores for the perfect sneakers circa 1983, the exact-shirt that tells us all you don't care, the pre-worn jeans... it must leave you exhausted. You must remain ever vigilant to stay ahead and away from today's trends from music to bars. The work you put in to seem effortless, the care you take to craft your apathy, all of these things would sap the strength of any normal soul. And all this just to be a useless doofus. It really is something to marvel at.
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