A close friend told me today that I'm a hippie. This has to be the
(one two three four..) fourth time in a month! She called me a love bead-wearin,
shower-avoidin dead head!
I look at myself:
skater shirts everyday
dickies,
shoes, always with holes on em, from countless ollies, and sho goo to conceal em,
sado/mashocist belt with big spikey things on it that I wear to work,
a huge ugly leather thing at a health food store!(believe me, people faint)
not much else.. underwear, black socks
lets check out what's on the turntable, shall we?
The Best of Blondie...
Janes Addiction..
Miles Davis, all the old stuff...
Operation Ivy...
yup, I fit the stereotypical granola eater.
I never thought of myself as, as this...,
maybe its just me, the way I live, my mindset, whatever family values I got out of my parents,
whatever brushed off from talks with my dad at age four.
I don't fit well with one definition. I skaterboard all the time, but I hang out wid the goths,
I eat my veggies at every meal but tag along when someones goin to Burger King. I rockclimb up cliffs
and juggle pins, bah I give up.
My friend didn't mean to make me mad, and I really wasn't. But she did make me recognize that I'm
truely well rounded. Theres so many things I can do well, its revolting. I can unicyle down the
street or run six miles on a whim, I can take groovy (oh uh) photographs and draw a nice
portrait.
I guess I just hate to stand still. got to keep movin, can't believe people just hang out, what's that involve, sitting? blech.
That's it, I am a hippie. I'm not the fashion statement, not the peace symbol on someones petroili-soaked
hemp bag, I just have the spirit of livin, lovin, doin something positive, saying screw you to my overly
conservative adult model, making things work from the ground up. Sounds good to me, O
won't you join
