Young hippie trying to escape...

..or I guess you could say the flower child in me is trying to break out once again...how strange after so long.

Something strange is happening to me. I think I am having a mid-life crisis. Seems this young flower child/hippie is trying to burst out of my bosom. She has long been held prisoner by the cares of life and the raising of four kids. The kids are gone, the times they are a changing, and she finds herself longing for those bygone days when life held something "tangible".

The flower child is awakening from a long sleep. She has always loved long free hair, jeans 60's-70's music, and fun. She has never like country music (yuck). She has always been there but covered up. She has watched as I have gone through a few decades in a fog. What am I to do with her?

In the past few weeks I have downloaded every old song I can access. Each one brings back feelings of sadness as I listen. Sadness, mostly because no one around me can relate to this flower child and I am not sure what to do with her (she is a social creature).

Although I was never in San Francisco, and never lived in a commune, I experienced the hippie "thing" with a myriad of other people in west Texas in the late 60's and early 70's. We did plenty of tuning in, turning on, and dropping out.

I think it is this flower child that is urging me to grow my hair long (at 55) because it is much easier to take care of. Who cares what people think. She wants to simplify her life. Instead of navy bellbottoms she wants to don overalls, put her hair up in a ponytail and go dig in the earth, with her music playing in the background.

Am I the only one having this mid-life crisis?

(By the way, new here, hello everybody.)

 

welcome back into the folds of the people you set aside in order for life to happen,just like some of us other's...who did the same thing.....

mid-life crisis....nah...I am looking at it as a rebirth into a world I had to set aside temperorily.....in order to maintain in the role as a parent....the second leg of life.....can be based in our own self interests...since the role of provider can now take a second seat ....so that we can enjoy for ourselves...bringing back dreams we may have forgotten about...this also brings back a youthfulness that adds vigor to life.....so welcome back peeroette....grab life and enjoy the ride...your time has surfaced...hook up and ride on:sunglasse

 

Welcome Peeroette...I think you should just do what you feel, Life is to SHORT to care what others think. I'm going through the same thing,( midlife) I've been getting rid of alot of my possesions, Im tryin to simplify my life, When I play my 60's and early 70's music I just go back in my head..... (The song california dreamin gives me butterflys in my stomach) .I feel like leavin my job and just sit on the beach all day...
Peace on Earth...........

 

Thank you for the encouragement fylthevoyd. It's good to know there are others like me out there. Let us "rock on".

 

Wow, you get that feeling in your stomach, too, when you listen to some of these old songs? I'm not alone! Talk about going back in your head...it can really take you back. Playing old music takes me back to a time and place and I visualize where I was, who was there, and what we were doing as if it was yesterday. Memories that have been buried for a long time. I'm sure you know what I am talking about.

I think getting rid of possessions that are cluttering up our lives is a crucial part of becoming free. I guess the free spirit of the flower child in me was influencing me more than I realized. I have always had an aversion to buying a lot of stuff on credit and having credit cards. What an albatross around the neck. It is a system of enslavement. I have read around the net a lot and many people are tired of it, realizing just what they have bought into, and trying to get free of it.

I am very fortunate in that my son who is 30 has bought 40 acres in the Ozark foothills. He had a big house in Wichita loaded with every modern convenience and just about every "toy" you can think of. As he kept acquiring more things I would ask him "how much is enough?". I would talk to him about the way the country was going and tell him he ought to get debt free as much as possible. It seems like overnight he began to change his perception of things. He decided to get rid of the house and most of the things in it and become debt free. He sold it and the "stuff" and came out with enough money to buy the property in the Ozarks and have enough left over to live on for a couple of years. The property has two dwelllings, one of which he gave to me. I plan on moving there eventually. He has gone all out, buying animals, establishing a place for a big garden, etc. He wants to get as self-sufficient as possible. Something was definately awoken in him. People of all ages are feeling it.

 

welcome home sister..

WEEE LOOOOVVE YOU!!

 

Thanks hippiehillbilly. I can tell yer an original

 

no ive been done 1 million times before,,..

 

i dont know why but i really relate to this... i just want to be free to live my life... but it scares me... i'm scared thinking... what am i going to do with my life... i feel so overwhelmed with the expectation of getting a good education getting a job and raising a family... It doesnt seem right for me (well i would like a family eventually) but it just wouldnt be me... I dont think i would feel like this if i had someone to relate to in person... everyone i know are all sports kids who are completly superficial and materialistic, rapper kids who are the exact same... or just too normal to talk to me...


I have noticed that the only people who are intelligent in my school are very young... one of the only people in this entire town who i can carry on an intellignet conversation with is 12... me and him hang out almost constantly. I mean, he's a great friend but he's still so much different from me i find it hard to share a lot of interests with him... i cant find anyone in this town that shares my interests and it really depresses me... i hope something happens that makes my family move somewhere where there are kids my age like me... i feel like im the only person in this town and it's frightening.....

wow... that's quite a run on sentence

 

Peeroette-Hello-that is some of the nicest things I have heard lately-Your son sounds like a great guy-You are very lucky-I also have a son same age as yours-30-he's in jail over in Portland-I need to help get him into treatment-The Ozarks are beautiful-I have family out around the Branson area-farmers-down to Earth people-It is ok for you to feel younger then you are-thats great!-Yea- We did all have alot of fun then in between everything else-good-bad or otherwise they were exciting times-Glad you made it!-stick around--

 

Gee, Pirouette, just when I was going to invite you up north with us damn yankees to share my cat-infested farmhouse in the middle of 124 acres, you break my poor Irish heart and inform me you have a home with your son in the Ozarks!

That may be so, but does he have 6 cats and another infernal litter on the way? Does he have 4 John Deere tractors from 1940 to 1947 (2 of them even run). And, I sure as hell bet he doesn't have a 3' by 4' framed print of 4 flamingos under palm trees hanging in his bedroom or a large stuffed possum hanging by its tail above his front door.

Maybe you'll reconsider.

 

Gee, Pirouette-- Just when I was going to invite you up north with us damn yankees to move in with me in my cat-infested farmhouse in the middle of 124 acres, you inform me that you're moving to the Ozarks with your son. You've done gone and broke my Irish heart again.

He may have a nice farm, but I bet he doesn't have 6 pussycats (with another litter on the way), 4 John Deere tractors from 1940 to 1947 (2 actually run), a 3' by 4' framed print of 4 pink flamingos under 2 palm trees hanging in his bedroom and, certainly not, a large stuffed possum hanging by its tail over his front door.

Maybe you'll reconsider.

I remain you ob't servant, Thudly

 

Hey man, I know the exact feeling! I am the only one I really know doing what I am doing... Everyone else around here that I know well are all really conservative about everything (which I used to be... but am no longer). I also have a similar situation with a younger kid. We talkin MSN all the time and he is like 13 or 14 and I am 17. But I relate to him more than any of my other friends. Not to mention, he is a pretty kicking friend to. We have a lot in comman, and also a lot of stuff not in common (like he loves slipknot and that type of music, I opt for some better vibes in my tunes) and things like that.

For the origional poster, go all out that is awesome! It is a drag sometimes being the only one doing your thing, but what is even more of a drag is being something you know you are not! If you feel the need to frow your hair and dig in the dirt, go for it! Midlife crisis or not, do what makes you happy!

 

Gee Thudly, that's mighty nice of you. Before I reconsider I have to ask "is it alright to bring the hubby"?

 

Well........hmmmm! You didn't mention HIM! (Curses! Foiled again!) But..... if he's willing to mow the grass (approx. 2 acres), cut and split a winter's worth of firewood (approx. 6 cords), tend to my garden and generally do odd chores, I might consider it.


After all, I have 2 spare bedrooms and a choice of any two cats (or more) to keep him warm.

Speaking of keeping warm-- I'll expect him to tend the woodstove while I get drunk, type on my computer making a spectacle of myself on HipForums, work occasionally and hunt deer.

That is, unless I inviegle Teepi to leave HER hubby and move in. Then, the invitation is revoked.

And---yes, I know I double-posted. The first post never showed up, and now I don't know how to delete one of them. Oh, well.

 

<<Let us "rock on".>>

It's good to know there will be so many of us.

 

"So many of us", Cap't? Surely you didn't misconstrue one of my posts? As much as I treasure your pearls of dropped wisdom, there is NO room in my seminary at present, even if you can cut wood quicker than a meth-smoking beaver, mow grass faster than 6 crackheads competing for the last hit on the pipe or shovel snow quicker than a polar bear hallucinating 41 seals and 1 fat walrus just under 2 feet of Pennsylvania snow.


No, oh, no!

Women only! (And, don't try sneaking in dressed in a Goodwill bag-lady dress and a Wal-Mart wig.)

WE KNOW ABOUT THESE THINGS! IMPOSTERS WILL BE DEALT WITH HARSHLY!

THE NERVE, REALLY!

 

Just can't see past the toto can ya fella? Just can't see how really low it makes me feel when you talk to me like that. I really expected more darling, but that is why I'm going away isn't it? I'll see you on Jerry Springer.

Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry Jerry

 

thats a dolly parton wig

 

YEAH! Get it straight, ahhh, I mean right!