I'm a hippie.
At least I am according to Mike. I feel strongly about a lot of things, breast feeding in public, LGBTQ+ community issues, gun control, parenting, education, inoculation, treating people equally, and so on. I get upset and worked up when I hear and see things that hurt someone else. I cry every time I watch when Anna and Elsa's parents die. I cried in Finding Dory, I cry from sappy commercials. I cry really easy because I'm very in touch with my feelings, because I don't like to see others in pain or treated unfairly.
Maybe it's my upbringing or maybe its my short experience living on my own in college or maybe it's my sexual orientation. I don't know what caused me to feel this way but I know enough about myself to avoid the news at all costs.
I feel strongly about love. I feel strongly about acceptance. I feel strongly about equality. So I become passionate and have heated discussions over someone being allowed to use the restroom based on their sexual orientation. I become angered when I remember being forced to nurse secretly and to witness other people being forced to do the same. I become infuriated when kids are coming down with Polio because their parents are to stupid to vaccinate because of false information they've read.
I become confused that racism and sexism still exists because in my heart we are all the same an d why is it so hard for others to feel the same way. I become obsessed with marriage equality and treating people in the LGBTQ+ community with equal amounts of respect. I become disgusted when people talk about banning all Muslims because of acts of violence from a few who claim to be doing it for their religion. I become disgusted when people act and do terrible things in the name of "their faith". I become sad that the government doesn't want to make pot legal just because they can't control it's production so they deny that it really helps people.
I know that when Mike calls me a hippie he is just teasing me. I know that he has a lot of same views as I do but he isn't as passionate about them. He doesn't climb to the highest point to yell out his opinions. He doesn't force people into conversations about this stuff like I do. He calls me a hippie because of my passion about making this world a better place, about making everyone feel welcome.
He calls me a hippie as a joke but what he doesn't know is that I'm ok with that term. I'm ok with being a lover and a passionate person about things I believe in and if that makes me a hippie then I accept the tittle proudly.
I am a hippie and I don't care who knows it!















