Ramblings of Insecure Narcissism

Last night I needed to go to the grocery store or the like at 10:30 pm.  Being new to this city, it took some googling to figure out what was still open. I eventually found that the Safeway on 19th is 24 hours. (I always like to have a list of 24 hour options for when the insomnia kicks in).  I’m used  to living in the suburbs where if you are going to a store after 9 it is perfectly acceptable to throw a hoodie on over pajamas and go about your business.  This was not the case last night.  There were swarms of hipsters doing full on grocery shopping, buying liquor (cause you can buy it everywhere in Cali, including Target), and generally late night munchie shopping.  And everyone was dressed in their cute shirts, board shorts, carefully messed up hair, and generally just upholding their hipster status.  Never have hipsters made me feel so uncomfortable.  I fully intended on going home after this stop, watching an episode of Dexter, and snuggling into bed.  All these people still had hours left in their days. And generally I don’t want to live like that anymore.  Usually, I’m comfortable in domesticity.  Typically I pride myself in it.  I like that I go to bed between 11-12pm and am up by 7am.  Maybe it is the loneliness of a new city or that I miss the person I love waking up next to.  Nonetheless, I didn’t feel so comfortable last night.  I felt old and ashamed of domesticity.