Deep down inside, I think, I'm a Hippy.

However, my friend Marco says that I can't be a Hippy because I'm phobic about dirt and obsessed with cleaning (he's seen me spray Windex in my face - accidentally - on more than one occasion, so he knows about this problem I have with compulsively cleaning things). So, I guess the only way I could ever be a real hippy (as defined by Marco) is if I have have a full-time maid to preserve the illusion that my existence and actions don't have consequences on the environment (i.e., dirty dishes, dust, etc.), which, while cool, doesn't really go with the Hippy vibe.

In truth (because I try to be truthful), a lot of people (all caucasians) that I have met who dress like they live on a $5 clothing budget and speak in a relaxed montone, actually have giant trust funds. Which not only makes me question the whole hippy movement in general (doesn't it cost money to chill out?) but begs the question, what constitutes a hippy? For me, it's about a strong peronal belief realness, freedom, love, and a deep acceptance of my humanity...which, FOR ME, just happens to include a need to control my environment with mops and sponges and Comet (due to emotional truama experienced in childhood by Clean Hippy parents).

Just for today, I can be a Clean Hippy.