To answer your question;
I am pretty awesome (my nana calls me the cat's pajamas).
To be fair I timed myself and only allotted a few minutes to write this; good ole fashioned timed essay style. Just like back in school, as I am told since I never made past the hand tracing stage of academia.
Sad truth; most of the places I frequent that have any potentiality of awesomeness will be comprised of 99% hipsters. I am not nor will ever be hipsteresque, but I have been spotted in hipster garb because Urban Outfitters has a kick ass half price sale.
I am genuine, intelligent some might even say genuinely intelligent, empathetic and pretty effing poetic.
I do bite but you'll survive.
If you couldn't tell by now I am a bit of a geek so here is the pop culture reference portion; I am more Chuck than Big Bang more Say Anything than Revenge more elitist than outcast although the Larry David, Woody Allen comparison is a daily dissociative disorder Thunderdome match.
I am pretty pretentious so much so that during conversations people have been known to google my obscure references and then bring up said topic they previously knew nothing about with an entry level noob fake expertise. I typically call them on this while simultaneously giving myself a mental pat on the back followed by a short applause break.
I admire intelligence, panache and an acute sense of humor. If you don't fall into that category you are sorely missing out on life.
That was my summary but this is my dogma:
I found that if you have a goal, that you might not reach it. But if you don't have one, then you are never disappointed. And I gotta tell ya, it feels phenomenal.