11/24/2022

I recently went on a road trip with some family.  We were discussing someone and they were trying to make the point that the man was basically not good for socializing with.  To prove the point, a picture was produced.  I was asked in response to my non-reaction to the very normal looking guy who could be any one of my every day customers/friends, who happened to have long silver hair, tattoos and muscles and skin that’s seen several packs of cigarettes in its day…“Are you turning into a hippie?!?”  To the tune of e-gads!  It came across as something distasteful if true.  A negative label.  Like thinking he looked like anything other than normal was not normal.  They judged him, and used his looks to back it up.  Well, so what if he drank, smoked and cussed.  Did Jesus love him?  Just like that?  Am I about to digress? 😉

Well, lets’ see. One of the first BRAVE searches reveals:

hippie
noun
hip·​pie ˈhi-pē

variants or hippy
pluralhippies
: a usually young person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing unconventionally or favoring communal living) and advocates a nonviolent ethic
broadly : a long-haired unconventionally dressed young person
hippiedom
ˈhi-pē-dəm
noun
hippieish
ˈhi-pē-ish
adjective
hippieness noun
or hippiness
ˈhi-pē-nəs

Example Sentences
She used to be a hippie, but she’s fairly conservative now.  The band appeals to a new generation of hippies.

Well, to start, I’m not very young anymore.  I feel thankful for that or else there would be no wisdom.  However, I do have long hair that I’ve never dyed, because I have an objection to it in concept and act, as it is horrible for you and a sign of vanity and self insecurity.  Neither are good.  That little tidbit (aka fact) doesn’t really go over well in polite society.  But that’s just the wind up.

I don’t wear makeup.  Mostly because I’ve always been too lazy to maintain something like that.  But it’s also a very bad contributor to vanity which corrupts women’s self view and self value.  Thanks Kardashian’s.  But they didn’t start it, they just perfected it.  I wish women would try to embrace their God designed selves and know that for whatever reason, they were made looking just like that, for a reason.

Isn’t it insulting to the artist to suggest they made a mistake in their original piece.  What if he take’s offense?  If you didn’t get dealt a beauty card, or if you hit every ugly branch falling out of the ugly tree.  The solution is the same.  Be beautiful on the inside and it will radiate out through your very pores.  Painting over and attempting fry-dye jobs to hide what has nothing wrong to begin with is a glaring sign of horrible self esteem.  We should help rehabilitate that, not celebrate and accept it as just something that women do now.

I have about a hundred opinions with well reasoned research into the final belief.  I rationalize everything.  I don’t like to settle for willful ignorance.  It’s a turnoff.  But in this day and age people can’t handle you not agreeing with their opinions 100% or they have an emotional melt down.  God forbid I tell them their hair and claw nails looks unattractive, to me, for its fakeness.  Again, just my opinion.

I hate wearing a bra (since I barely need it) and have switched almost exclusively to ‘Me Undies’ with a sticker inside, for those cold mornings.  I have small boobs. My young vain self dreamed of having an augmentation some day.  Well when the day finally came, and I was offered to actually go through with it, I didn’t.  Because the offer led to intense research.  Where I discovered those puppies had to get updated every so often, going through the procedure again.  And there were very real health risks involved.  Some women’s bodies rejected them.  Sometimes it was just a lopsided botched job.  There was so much evidence against the possible beautiful end result, that I took option 2.  We went to Ireland, and I will never regret it.

And I now happily run a local chapter on the itty bitty titty committee every other Thursday down at the local library.  I remember being made fun of in high school by a classmate, and I replied that I’d rather be flat than fat any day.  I stand by that to this day…partly because it’s just how I happen to stand.  But still.

I do not care about current fashion.  I like to look clean, no nonsense, and maybe sometimes cute.  But the years of trying to look great are largely behind me.  I am not a spring chicken, nor would I wish to again be.  I find aged wisdom much preferable to ignorant youth.  Common sense has left the building in many of the younger generations and it is just painful to watch.  They are wearing bell bottoms.  I was talked into buying some by my tiny friend, so I bought some.  I can not for the life of me get myself to walk out the front door in them.  It’s become a running joke with Studley.  I put them on, we laugh, and I change.  The top looks great.  But I just can’t.  I don’t like to look stupid.

I like comfortable clothing.  I like belly shirts.  I like moderately short shorts.  I am into common sense modesty.  I will not wear leggings that do not have a shirt long enough to cover my bits outside my home.  Inside it, I’m going to be comfortable.  Period.  My philosophy, which I recommend every woman adopt, is to let your husband get a look at you before you leave.  It’s a respect thing.  As long as he doesn’t care, why should you let anyone else’s opinion matter?  A good best friend will not let you going out like a lunatic.

Don’t even get me started on the food and drug administration and the medical industry in America today and for the last oh, say, 100 years or so.  Abhorrent trash, all of them.  There are good doctors ‘in spite of’ that evil industry, but they are the exception, not the rule.  Not any more.  I believe in Gods healing and natural healing.  People today have been tricked into believing what they see and have available is the be all end all, even though in the grand scheme of things it’s still very much a scientific experiment.  I pass on being a lab rat.  The things we need have already been provided through what God put on and in the earth.

I prefer DIY to store bought on most things.  I am not impressed with expensive things.  Or “trendy” things. I think I could have survived with the 19” box TV my friend got me for a graduation gift in 1996 and been perfectly satisfied, as long as I had rentable movies.

I don’t like when people aren’t aren’t environmentally conscientious, but I’m also the biggest hypocrite.  I wish recycling was actually a good thing that I could get behind.  I have no problem turning a cool shaped pickle jar into a cup for every day use.  But I’m not paying extra to go through the effort to clean my garbage and put it in a different can to get picked up by a separate truck running 2x the fuel, only to end up in the same landfill in the end anyway, on my dime to boot!  Pass.  I do want to try to buy less plastic though.

Marijuana is a blessed gift from God to commune with Him, so much so that he put cannabinoid receptors throughout our bodies.  It’s got so many positive properties within it’s design, you would have to be willfully blind to deny it.  We were designed to consume it.  But Satan successfully high-jacked it and turned it against God with it’s prohibition.  Definitely evil genius.  But evil no doubt.  You will never convince me otherwise, because I have first hand experience and my own personal discernment from God on it.

Genesis 1:12 ESV
The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.

Genesis 1:29-30 ESV
And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit. You shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so.

1 Corinthians 10:31 ESV
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.

Why do these things make me a ‘hippie’?  I guess it used to be a bad thing to be labeled as.  In past generations the hippies were the rebellious kids.  They didn’t blindly agree with the machine.  They chose natural solutions to ailments.  I’m beginning to see them as more enlightened in many areas here in America…save for the area of God of course.  That’s where we diverge.  I am 100% sold out for Jesus.  And Only the Jesus Christ son of God in the bible.  But not in a ‘repent or die sign guy’ kind of way.  Those morons need to read the book they thump on everyone else’s heads.  They are doing it wrong.  There is all you need to know about this life, life past and life future if you would just study the bible.

I think Jesus would have been a hippie, who would have hung out (and probably does) with the guy from the picture.  And if it’s good enough for Him, it’s perfect for me.  I don’t think I’m turning into a hippie, I think I always have been one.  And proud of it.

Love,

Peach  🙂