hippiechick

Had my dad been in the Western Culture in the 60s I'm positive he would have been the ultimate hippie. One trait you won't miss when you meet him is the fact that he can be so laid back with life: always with his jokes and laughter. Growing up, this used to be of our 'advantage' because we would get ourselves in trouble and think "Oh I'm sure he'll be OK with it." (Might I add that this did not happen when he received the phone bill though.oopsie.)

Then there were also times buried in my teenage angst that this laid back approach to life was "not cool" because I would come back angry at the stupidest things in life and expect my dad to be angry with/for me, except that Dad, being Hippie Dad, just ends up laughing at me for taking life so seriously,which gave me all the more reasons to be angry in my "nobody-understands-me boo-hoo-i-hate-my-life" world.

I must confess that recent events that have been happening around me have revealed that I am in fact, beginning to morph into this inner Hippie who takes life with a pinch of salt. 

OK so I haven't exactly come to the point where a sea gull takes a crap on my head and I   just walk around smiling like it's Christmas Day.

But I will get there. 

Eventually.

 I find that I no longer take to heart what anyone says about me because everyone has a right to their own opinions. I find that it's easier to make fun of the shittiest days and get everyone to laugh at my expense rather than hole up in my bed, feel depressed and think that my life is better off if I were a cockroach. And that things are so much better when you're up front and honest (in a non-horrible way of course) with words rather than keep things inside and culture rage and hatred in yourself.

I have a long, long way to go,

but I'm getting there, in finding peace with myself.

Thank you, Mother Nature, 

for these Hippie Genes

that malfunctioned until my 20s.