That's why it took me so long to get into Porcupine Tree. It's easy to say now, but I should've done it sooner.
You know, I've been a fan for quite some time, but I still kinda hate Steven. Love him, but hate him. He's just such an epitome of a hipster. The face, the tone, the glasses, the barefoot, the audiophilia... I don't know, it just arouses some kind of bully within me I never even knew I had. Like, I want to buy his record and I would love to go out to have a beer with him sometime, but I also feel this deep need within to
hurt him somehow. He's very cool and fascinating and even ingenious, to a degree, and yet I'd like to punch him in the face, sometimes.
Wifey is a huge fan and I alway kinda make fun of him, because I can't really help myself.
Needless to say, I'm on a spectrum, though high-functioning, so there's a bit of a Jungian shadow archetype or some kind of self-hatred there as well. Like, a knee-jerk reaction to people who embrace their inner hipsterdom instead of trying to overcome it at least a little bit.
Sorry, this was probably weird. I'm somewhat drubl, I'll delete this in the morning, if I'll remember.