Yes, you may say I’m a dreamer. I dream of acquiring some land, building a house out of earthbags, growing my own food, and living off the grid.
I admit it: I’ve always been a bit of a hippie at heart. Please don’t get me wrong; I enjoy soap, and patchouli oil makes me gag. I would, however, happily hug a tree, and, truth be told, I would much rather NOT work. At least, I would rather not work for a wage. I would be far happier spending time with my family, volunteering, gardening, creating art, going outside, reading, and making music.
I think it would be more valuable to work on this:
than for this:
In short, I am not a Real American. (How odd. The list left out “Corporations“.)
Fluff and Bunkum 
These are good things to know about you
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I swear I would be so happy if I could make that happen.
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At least you have a dream
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It’s good to have a dream.
(I just heard that in Mel Brooks’ voice.)
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Not Martin Luther King’s???
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I never could do anything the normal way.
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You are preaching to the choir
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Not preaching to so much as commiserating with.
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well played
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Thank you.
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yup
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Reblogged this on Fluff and Bunkum and commented:
Today Godless Cranium asked, “What’s Your Dream?” (http://godlesscranium.com/2014/08/06/whats-your-dream/) I response I am reblogging myself. Oh, yeah.
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I’m not a real American either. To live off the grid… oh, what a great adventure that would be. My heart sings and soars and cartwheels at the prospect.
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Right?
*sigh*
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Before I met the Queen, after my engagement with my college girlfriend fell apart, I seriously considered throwing all my backpacking gear into my truck and driving into the Sierra to disappear…
If my family and I weren’t as tight-knit as we are, I would have been gone because I had nothing else keeping me from going.
But, I would have missed my family so I stayed…
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I might have considered something compulsive like that in my early twenties, too. This is much different. I want to build a sturdy, energy-efficient home that utilizes solar power and grey water for growing food. I want to remove used tires from the waste stream and use them to build walls that will keep my home warm in winter and cool in summer. Basically, what I really want is to live without the need to exchange my labor for pay; I’ve gotten to a point where I feel like I can’t keep working for Corporate America without “selling my soul”.
Oh, and I’m crazy?
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Question mark?
I fear it is too late for my soul. But, that probably doesn’t have much to do with who I work for.
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I am just too much of a hippie for my own financial good. Some might call me crunchy. Others call me cracked.
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Who cares what others call you. They are just others, not even worthy of a good name.
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Actually, not me. Not really. I have a bad habit of either self-deprecating or outright putting myself down. I counseled my son against doing this to himself just a few days ago, explained how self-limiting it is. I ought to take my own advice.
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Well, then I shall call you crazy cool and wickedly wonderful and delightfully devious and any other manner of things to combat those pesky others. Or, we could go the revolution route, too…
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Nah. Let’s just build an earthbag commune. We’ll only invite people we like to live there. 🙂
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Deal.
That sounds familiar…
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*shakes*
It does sound familiar, huh? Weird…
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It’s just been that kind of day. A delightfully deviously wickedly wonderful kind of day. With lots of shady deals going on.
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it’s all above-board, I assure you. 😀
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*sits patiently waiting for the ‘knowing’ wink*
….
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😉
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Nice. Now we are definitely on the same page. 😉
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Hrm. We shall see…
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Hahahahahaha
*laughing innocently*
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A heart hippy! I heart heart hippies!
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