My interests have sent me along many paths... and as i've matured i've begun to define myself as a person. It's interesting though to see how these inter clash, and how I may look to other people...
walking around my house the other day, i realized that if somebody came bursting in on me right then and pushed PAUSE on my life movie, i would fit perfectly into the hippie stereotype.
I was telling my brother that I "really dig your new carpet, im amazed at how soft it is! pretty groovy man"
While wearing a crazy random (albeit modern) coloured shirt.
and faded, ripped, torn jeans which have seen to many summers
along with equally worn and torn chucks
over my shoulder was a 1979 Pentex SLR 35mm camera,
which had a retro strap with great designs on it!
In my back pocket was a battered copy of Jack Kerouac's - On The Road (read it, you'll understand why it fits)
all the while listening to Elton John's Yellow Brick Road Album on vinyl in my room!
other than my new haircut (which cut about 4 inches off) i fit the stereotypical description of a hippie.
It wasn't intentional, I just pieced myself together that day with things I liked, things that defined me.
Amazing what the world shows us isn't it?