Mild Apprehension

If musical(as in music, not of the showtune persuasion!) soulmates were a dime-a-dozen, oh what a world that would be! Alas, such a world exists only in the heart and in other worlds where it's socially acceptable to say "alas" and not sound like an ass. But you know, it does make the search infinitely sweeter when you find yourself swaying side-to-side to the same sounds with a person you'd least expect. (Coincidentally, this is how this blog even came about!) Which is why my heart skipped an out-of-synch beat (what is rhythym?) when an older friend from church sent me a message about my GLORIOUS profile picture with one angelic Andrew VanWyngarden(a tale for another time, eager beavers.)
Naturally, he applauded my taste in "serious" music and kindly recommended bands that he thought would be up my HIPSTER alley. Not in those words, exactly, mind you. But it was implied when he replied to my note of thanks(new music? Hollah!) claiming that he didn't go to the concert because he didn't want to go through the trouble of socking teenage hipsters in the face to get to the band. I did a double-take. Me. A hipster?I'm sorry, but only the most negative of connotations came to mind. Last time I checked (through my previous extensive research(Rotten Fruit at Last's blog)), there were strict guidelines for these "hipsters", of which I, maybe, only followed two, HESITANTLY.
Droopy eyes that have yet to see the world sober? Innocent -I've only been second-hand high once, I think.
A frail-thin body that makes it edgy and fashionable to wear the shortest of shirts or dresses? Innocent-Baby, you's a whore, unless your leggings are dark enough;I don't want to see your Lady Gaga.
Bed-head that wants to fool everyone about the rough tumble you had last night?Guilty -In the summer, I am free! Except for Sundays. Hell hath no fury like an aunt embarassed for the way you look.
The Buddy Holly glasses? Innocent- If you're not Ben Goldwasser or John Frusciante or posses an inkling of talent...just, go. This one doesn't seem so bad, actually.
The nerdy/80s/okay, hipster kicks. You know, the oxfords, or the ridiculous gender- bending boots? Guilty -I love them and I don't know why. They're so ugly, they're beautiful. Like models, and maybe hipsters themselves!
A raging social life? -How I wish I was guilty!
I don't know. I like rompers and messenger bags and Ray Bans and high-wasited dresses/shorts/skirts and weed(just kidding!). But I don't know anyone who wouldn't ironically call themselves hipsters. There's dressing like a cool cat(it's pretentious, but I still respect you..) and then there's not having a personality and stupidly calling yourself an indie-kid.
While he didn't correct me, I was still honored when he said he was "impressed by [my] taste [in music], especially for [my] age" considering most people he knew didn't develop a good sense of hearing until their college years(where he's at. I realize now that he sounds like an aging creep; he's not, so no fears!) Should I be offended? I'm not sure. But I do know that I will most definitely take up his music-al suggestions during the dry spell as I await Arcade Fire's return in August and MGMT's in about two years.
-I apologize for the length, but I thought it would make up for posting at three in the morn the day after I was supposed to post.