Dating the enemy hippy
Newsflash, tie-dye and weed don’t make you a hippie. I can’t see inside your head but I’m going to say that you don’t like my ideas because they don’t align with the mantra that the media feeds you.
One thing I will agree with this common stereotype on is the “social misfit,” though I would like to reframe that into “counter cultural.” The hippie movement held counter cultural at the core of its existence. In case you forgot, it’s about half “America can do no wrong” and another half “Kardashian baby names are more important than genocides and terrorism because American (caucasian) lives are inherently more valuable than all others.” Yes, by watching CNN religiously, you passively support their underlying message that America matters above all else.
If my wardrobe embarrasses you then we probably aren’t going to be going on friend dates anyways because I prefer my friends to be a little closer to the deep end than the shallow.
Did you know you can drown in the shallow end just like the deep end but at least in the deep end you can learn to swim? The politics, whew, this deserves a whole book, but I’ll try and avoid the tempting tangents.
Means for every point you make your level drops Kinda like you’re starting from the top, you can’t do that Society, you’re a crazy breed I hope you’re not lonely without me Society, crazy indeed I hope you’re not lonely without me Society, have mercy on me I hope you’re not angry if I disagree Society, crazy indeed I hope you’re not lonely without me You call me a hippie because my life isn’t your version of picturesque. So now I’ll address your barely hidden disapproval of my life route in general.
I’d like to word this as gently as possible because I know that the mere fact that you have an opinion about my life demonstrates that you care about me in some way.
To choose to ignore the rest of the world, we lend our support to the claim that they don’t matter enough to warrant our attention over a celebrity’s latest rehab stint.
America is a big country, it’s easy to get lost in it, sucked into the complacent myth of isolation.
It’s a mystery to me We have a greed with which we have agreed You think you have to want more than you need Until you have it all you won’t be free Society, you’re a crazy breed I hope you’re not lonely without me When you want more than you have You think you need And when you think more than you want Your thoughts begin to bleed I think I need to find a bigger place ‘Cause when you have more than you think You need more space Society, you’re a crazy breed I hope you’re not lonely without me Society, crazy indeed I hope you’re not lonely without me There’s those thinking more or less, less is more But if less is more how’re you keeping score?– Lastly, the way you choose to live your life doesn’t make sense to me and I don’t understand why you’d stray from the nicely prescribed path we’ve decided is the only “normal” allowed. But if I’m not clear on the underlying discomforts that people have then I cannot properly address them. First thing first, much of my frustration stems from the dissonance in perception. Sadly, most of the merit got lost in the wash so now our hipsters are just your snobby friends who only eat organic and don’t like bands anymore once they get played on the radio. The wardrobe shifts just come along as a side effect.When they say “hippie” they often mean “social misfit, tree hugger, possibly druggie weirdo.” While environmental sustainability and experimental drug use were both part of the historical hippie movement, these are not the stereotypes that that movement should be remembered for. Gone are the hippies who made a counter culture as a commentary for the woes of mainstream culture, the hippies who protested the Vietnam war, the hippies who insisted there had to be more to life than being born to pay bills and die. So you don’t like my ideas about the world – maybe I’m too critical of the military industrial complex, I insist that I value sanctity of life over unfettered capitalism or I have a small little dream to live in a tree house.As for the crazy part, I don’t want some skin tight leggings that are trying to attempt to pass as pants holding me back from climbing over a fence or something. I’m happy with my body but even if I was a Victoria Secret model, I don’t give out front row tickets to every curve God gave me to the general public, sorry not sorry.I like things baggy, no sucking it in, easy layering, really no explanation needed.