When did you realize you were a hippie?

Eary Adolesenace in other words now.I always liked the beatles.Then I herd the Grateful Dead....I also think psycidelic art is cool.I had allways belived in peace and tolerence.So....in heart I became a hippie

 

My dad hated hippies, all that protesting and dope smoking ... I originally started out as a redneck, bumpkin, whatever, listening to George Jones and believing everything the government fed me. Sometime around 17 I realized there are things in this world that are so much fun we're not supposed to know about them. Rock concerts, LSD, skydiving, ... things other than having the biggest house, fastest car, best-looking wife (hope she don't read this )
Stereotyping or not, I'd rather be classified as a hippie than a yuppie. Although I'm not sure I'm a true hippie, after all I don't particularly enjoy pot. It makes me paranoid. I like the complacent feeling of the humble opiate agonist. Still it's more important to me that everyone around me has everything they need rather than me having everything I want. (It made sense when I typed it, read it again a few times )

 

You're right. If you open your mind, you don't need drugs to be a hippy. In fact, now days, most people who do drugs are far from being hippies.

 

It started when I was eleven and discovered my mothers red and blue beatles LPs. Quickly I became interested in their time. And I was so fascinated by my mother's (she was not a hippie) narrations that I wanted to be a hippie.

 

the moment i was born pretty much sums it up but i was sure the first time i smoked pot to tell you the truth. listening to the grateful dead high is like no other experience.

 

I am not a hippie. I just want to talk to somebody.

 

I think it was the first time I watched 'Almost Famous'. I remember the exact date. March 17, 2001 St. Patrick's Day. I watched it every day for a week, but we only rented it and we had to return it. I looked for copies of it for months until my mom finally found one in May. And I think I've watched it about 30 times.

After that I grew my hair long, and a bunch of other things insued, good and bad. But I think that March 17, 2001 is the date when I became a hippie.

 

In the womb, yep, didn't have a choice. I yam who I yam and thats who I yam!

 

I guess I didn't realize that smoking pot was part of the criteria for being a hippie, even though I do...hehe, actually I'm not even quite sure what being a hippie entails but I do know that I've always looked at things differently then most other people. I know and that everything I've heard about "hippies" led me to believe that if I had to be classified as a anything it would be a hippie and as for when I knew this, it would definetly have to be as soon as my angry adolesent years came to a screetching halt with the birth of my first child. I was always a hippie in my heart but my sweet baby girl reminded me that being able to roll with lifes little punches is part of what I so love about being my hippie freak self...... so smiles to all who want to be classified as such.....

 

That's the thing. Nobody's ever really a hippie to themselves. But if people around them identify them as a hippie, that's where the terminology comes in.

 

Though i've been given the title befor. In a number of forms, form hippy, to raver, candy kid, to star child.
The title though wasn't really what got me.
It was being told over and over and over agian by so many differnt people, who over time had gotten to know me so well. That i was differnt. Plain and simple. I was differnt from normal people. A dreamer maybe? i dont know.
very open, understanding, peaceful, truthful....
this is who i am, this is who i've always been.
though over time i've made decisions to be what i wish, from time to time. essentially im just myself. and that person no matter what title you give it...is just...outside of the ordinary

 

In 1969, when I was all of six years old, I saw a news report about the Woodstock Festival. I asked my Mom if I was a flower child. She said "Yes, if that's what you want to be."

In 1972 when I was all of nine years old, we moved to the city. I saw young, long-haired, colorfully-clad people walking down the street, smiling their beatific smiles at me. They always looked so happy. I kinda knew I was one of them.

In 1977 when I was all of fourteen years old, I discovered girls (and was I ever so awkward?), herb, the music of Yes, The Beatles and Jimi Hendrix, the guitar, incense, India, the joy of creativity, and Hippie idealism.

In 1981 when I was all of eighteen years old, someone put some Zen in my hat. I loved that hat. Someday, I hope, I'll return from that.

I the 1980's and early 1990's, I spent my twenties just finding out how to be a good human. This is what a Hippy does.

In 1994, when I was all of thirty-one years old, I went to India. I studied, I loved, I met Shiva and Vishnu (Yes, that is a long story), I met Amritanandamaya-ji, I visited Krishnamurti's house, I visited the Deer Park in Sarnath (the site of the Buddha's first sermon), I experienced the sitar, the Taj Mahal, Holi, Divali, Shivratri, Ganja by the Ganga, and a few things you don't really want to know about, and I learned more than I thought was ever possible. Then I returned home.

Now, I'm halfway through the journey. I have a little extra grey and a little extra girth. Mirth and Insight have become constant companions. I am always open to good stuff that wasn't there yesterday. And I am still finding out how to be a good human. This is what a Hippy does.

 

Never.

 

When I was about 14 and my uncle introduced me to the music of Jimi Hendrix.

 

Uuuuhm... Well, see, I was raised by hippies, but I had no idea that they were hippies until I went to kindergarten. People would comment on my oh-so-odd lunches (organic, vegetarian, all of the veggies home grown, etc.) and the odd smell of my incense-y clothes. Oh, and about the fact that my dad would bike to school to pick me up every day. They called my parents hippies, and so, of course, I was labelled a hippie, too. In kindergarten. lol It's followed me ever since (except for the two years I was a goth... then I was the happiest, most loving goth that anyone had ever seen.)

 

I'm not a hippy!!!!!!!.............!!!......!!......! Really, I'm not, I just have hippy ideals. Ummm. And hair. Umm. And vocab. Ummm. And some clothes... But I'm not a hippy. I'm a faerie, man.

 

When i was hanging outside in the back yard. I was listening to Grateful Dead singing along to that song Truckin. I was about hmm 14. i dont know if that was the time or not it just was the begaining of it all. i still dont know if I REALLY am a hippy.

 

well i guess a year or so ago when i was having a debate with someone and they said, Peace dosent work you stupid hippie, later realazing, yeh i guess i am if thats what you call it. what a releaf, all this time i just thoguht i was a country hick that dident quite fit in

 

I was 15 when I found out. I went to see the musical HAIR. Right there, it clicked for me; the puzzle was solved. It all had a name: my taste in music, my ideals, my lifestyle. All that was missing was the label "Hippy". Along with the long hair, but I'm working on that.

 

I think I was 14 when somebody on the steet told me something like: Hey, you hippie girl! But I've been listening the music of the 60's since my 4th grade, mostly because of my older brother. My first favorite rock band was Creedence Clearwater Revival. After that I started to listen The Beatles, Hair movie soundtrack... and about a year later Janis Joplin and The Doors. I think I started to be interested in hippie movement after seeing Hair, too... and that was like 6 years ago.