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My Response to “Explain the Boogie Boarder Inside Joke”

Ok Boogie Boarders. Hmmm…ok warning this utterly retarded. I’ve always had this fear about being reduced to a headline, i might have mentioned this to you before. The whole “teens die in car wreck” headline scenerio? More specifically the fear lies in how headlines reduce you to have a certain identity based on a very abstract detail about your life “teen dies, loving mother dies, cyclist dies…” so by this logic if you died boogie boarding you would be commemorated as and forever remembered as “boogie boarder dies in horrific wave crash” and on top of that, if you are under the age of 40, it would most likely be “teen boogie boarder”. So ya, the inside joke started with that and was solidified by some other events which are as follows. In Dawson, a whole bunch of different people get to meet. And basically people all group, and judge each other based on their respective sub cultures. It isn’t as bad as it could be, but of course people are human and do judge to a certain extent. With this comes, all sorts of retarded statements from people. Like people asking you if you are indie or hippie. Or people start questions like, well as a hippie you must… So ya this hippie girl was complaining about how everyone judges her and i was all like ya, no one understands what it is really like to be a boogie boarder. So whenever someone asks if i am a hipster, or indie or whatever i explain to them that i self identify as a boogie boarder. She obviously didn’t get it because she is a hippie and hippies are not funny. The reason why it is an inside joke with myself is that no one is impressed, yet i keep returning to the boogie boarder gag