More than once I have been called a "hippie." I have no problem with the term, really. But what I have a problem with are the judgments that might come along with it.
Often there are those who would call me that that would mean it as something other than an observation. It would definitely not be a good thing.
I am unusual. My tastes go off the beaten path. At the same time, I feel that there is a part of me that is very much in the here and now and in the "practical" world.
I suspect that those who only see the "hippie" parts of me only choose to see that part. There are many layers to me, and it is too bad they aren't willing to see what else is there.
I'd like to be matter-of-fact when I tell you this. I would rather it not bother me. But the fact is that in some cases it truly does bother me. Isn't that the way life is, though? Two different people could say the same thing to you and in one case you would/could laugh it off and in the other, it would hurt.
I may live in the "hippie" Land of JoLoPe, but it doesn't mean that that is all I focus on and feel. I feel many things, some of which I feel entirely too much.
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