how do you know when your an actual hippy?

Any suggestions?

 

need I say more?


un pig like HAIR

 

you don't!

 

When you can't feel your nuts and/or you can't remember if you even had any. That's a clear cut sign that you've crossed over into wasteland.

 

LOL are you serious.... Well all I can say is f**k knows. It really doesn't matter anyway.

To thyself be true, and you won't go far wrong.

TTFN
Sage

 

What a crock of shit thou wallow in!

 

i have a friend that i would consider a hippy whos got shorter hair. quit with the sterotypes man



just be yourself, and dont worry about being a hippy. i dont see why anyone tries to be a hippy, its all about being free and doing what you want to do and caring about the world, IMO

 

If you religiously apply yourself to conforming to every niggling detail of the arbitrary stereotype of a hippy- you're very sad and you're not a hippy

 

Technically, you're not a real hippie unless you were alive during Vietnam and protested it. There are a lot of new age hippies, though. And if you're one of those then you wont care if other people label you as a hippy or not. Peace.

 

You're not going to be a hippie, and you'll never be one you dumb fuck. So stop worrying about trying to be one considering you're probably just trying to act like one "to be cool".

 

this is true. hippies nowadays i guess are the kids who smoke pot behind the tool shed in highschool listening to pink floyd and zeppelin and are too stoned to hate anything or be cruel to anyone. ahhh the world we live in. =)

 

Yeah, I'd say that the one sure sign of a hippy is a person who was actually alive in the 1960's and was old enough to protest and all that great stuff.

 

i am wondering if there are beatnicks anymore, ya know those kats that wore black turtlenecks and smoked ciggies on long ciggy holders and recited poetry to a guy playing bongos........ LOL​

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gotta love stereotypes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

 

I wonder if i'm a beatnik.... I'm wearing a black adidas shirt (it isn't a turtleneck) and am wearing a funny looking hat, though I don't smoke, I did play bongos this morning... and I wrote a song yesterday which is lyrical and is a form of poetry... oh, and today, I played some Django Reinhardt stuff on guitar which is considered gypsy jazz...

damn... I am such a beatnik.

 

5...4...3...2...1...
BECOMING A HIPPY
Bill Smithers was a normal young man. Thirteen years old, Captain of the baseball team. But then, he noticed some changes.
*cue diagram*
Bill's voice had been cracking and changing. He had been noticing hair where there wasn't hair before. His body grew all over.
Bill was alarmed. He alerted his father.
"Son, you're just becoming a hippy."
fin

 

first you must recite the ancient words of our forhippies before us.

FORRRNO MO OLAAAAYYYAMAAAA
FORRRNO MO OLAAAAYYYAMAAAA
AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

then in the night, the hippie goddess of forno mo olayama shall visit you in haste , strewn with only the finest white silk gently draped over her bodacious body, her skin fair and hey eyes brimming with light. golden locks framing her face, and atop her head a perfect crown of leaves and vine. she shall lean towards your ears and whispers the secrets of the world, for you have payed her, her just respects, and that pleases her. what pleases the hippie goddess of forno mo olayam shall also please you and you shall be filled with contentment, love and joy you shall wish only to share this love, and your experience with all the world. go now my child, bring love upon those who need it most. speak those words and she shall come.

 

LOL! Now that's some good readin'!

 

hm..I think when you don't ask that question...sorry

YOU'RE A HIPPIE! Wa hoo, you're officialy a hippie, heh.

 

I'll never forget the moment I TRULY realized that in fact I WAS a hippy..

 

When you bend over backwards and can lick your own ass