i was hip once.
i think.
well, maybe i was.
who can tell really?
all i know is that i am not hip now.
or am i?
i am not sure.
i dont really go out and do hip things.
but maybe that makes me hip.
maybe reclusive is chic nowadays.
i wouldnt know.
i don't go out.
i dont really listen to music either.
is NPR hip?
who decides these things?
is there a council?
some executive board of hip?
do they sit around all day deciding who is cool or not?
that doesnt sound very hip.
i am probably much more hip than them.
my time isnt taken up with decisions about fashion or music.
my time is taken up by trying to pass the time.
how cool is that?
i look at time and think:
"screw you, man! you dont own me."
and then i just sit there, staring time in its face.
a staring contest between time and me.
and i always win.
time is always fleeting.
which makes me hip.
or maybe not.
it makes me timeless.
and timeless, by definition, is not hip is it?
so what am i?
i guess its something that i'll ponder as i spend my day watching time blink.
1:36 p.m. - 2005-03-26
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