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Why I don’t take hipster girls seriously

I’ve been in a happy relationship for a few years, but sometimes, very briefly, I’ll imagine what it’d be like if I settled down with someone else. (I also imagine what it’d be like to go to space and fight vampires, so don’t read into this too much.)

A while ago I thought about what it’d be like to date this quirky barista I saw at Starbucks. She had preposterous glasses and a pretty face and an asymmetrical, almost birdlike haircut. To me, she looked kinda like your prototypical hipster girl.

Now, I don’t know if other people do this, but sometimes I let little scenes play out in my head. I realize this is a process most likely reserved for writers and the mentally ill, and I’m not sure to which group I belong, but it happens.

So, I imagined what it’d be like if I were with this girl, setting my imagination to autopilot and letting this scene play out on its own:

She and I live together in our theoretical Wicker Park apartment. I’m already in bed, and she’s standing in our room, fully dressed. So, I call out to her:

“Take off your costume and come to bed.”

The scene ends, and suddenly it all makes sense.

I’d never put it that way before, but I guess that no matter how attractive I think that look is, I’ll always think of it as a costume.

What’s weird is that I don’t think I would’ve figured that out without my subconscious explaining it to me. So hey, Subconscious. Thanks for the help.