So, I will tell you my story about me for being called a hipster, I promise it’ll be short. We all know what hipster is, they are teenage-urban culture, they choose a whole new different lifestyle, clothes, and everything. In fact I couldn’t understand their mindset and of course I don’t want to know. So a few days ago it was rain in my neighborhood, probably because I life in hill. So when raining seasons comes, it always heavy rain in my neighborhood, but dry and sunny in the downtown or my college. So lately I wore a hat to cover up my head, and no, I don’t have a hooded jacket to cover my head. So I borrowed a knit cap from my brother, it’s not an expensive or cool one, just an average greyish knit cap. I put my sweater and cap on, I got to admit, I pretty look cool though on it and I’m ready to go. As I thought, I knew that it’s only raining in my neighborhood and sunny in my college. And when I walk to my class, my friend shouted hipster to me. All I did just wear my old swea