Self Discovery: Am I a Hipster?

I have recently been informed by an acquaintance from high school that I am a hipster. I don't know what to think of this. I do not think of myself as a hipster; I hate labeling myself. But denial only convinced her more, and eventually my trusted comrade Margaret agreed.

Time to evaluate myself:

• I often go out of my way to dress in a way that doesn't conform to every-day standards. But I am not doing it for the "hipster cause." I dress so I don't feel like I am being absorbed into the grain of life. I like to feel nice in my clothes, and I like to feel different.
• I drink copious amounts of tea. I always thought it was coffee the hipsters like, but no, apparently they drink tea, too. *deep sigh*
• I like old things like type writers and stuff. But I always have. Ask my dad. It's a strange obsession of mine. It includes boxes of any kind. I love cans and jars and tins. Containers, really. So my love of the vintage is not hipster, really.
• I listen to a lot of smaller artists. But it's because I like them. And I don't go out of my way to discover the tiniest underground band like some people. I also do listen to pop.

BUT

• I don't use instagram
• I am only on the fandom side of tumblr
• I do not frequent coffee shops. In fact, I go out of my way to avoid public confrontation.
• I do not collect records or eclectic art.

I don't want to be grouped with a bunch of pretentious assholes. Simply put, I live to satisfy my own expectations of myself. However, some of these facts about me may conform to the whole "hipster" image.

So am I a hipster?

No, that's stupid. I refuse to be called a hipster.