Hippies and Me

I am in desperate place of somewhere to write and miss the art form, which means that this blog will be seeing more use than it has previously. However, it most likely will not be seeing more viewer; however, that does not matter to me. In fact, part of the reason that I stopped writing in my last blog was because I started to censor myself too much to appeal to the audience. It is amazing how a group of people can only identify with something when it is said in a certain way, though, I am not trying to insult the people who used to read my old blog, particularly because many were good friends of mine, so much as state a truism. I would like to copy the better posts somewhere and share them with my good friend, especially a certain someone who is preoccupied right now, but he already knows this :). In fact, I may start discussing material from my old blog on this one from an updated perspective.
I would never want to be called a hippy, though I respect people who take the name onto themselves. Hippies rely on psychic breakdown for their artistic inspiration(of course this is a generalization, as are most statements made when talking about a group), which I would never do. They are also associated with a lack of self discipline. Self Discipline is a funny concept, the large undercurrents and overcurrents in the mind not taking well to the self-destructive
denial of their advise(don't think that this means that I do not think the rational mind is a huge, active part of us...) Then, of course, I don't identify with their aesthetic, though I am rather good at copying it.
Going to bed is more important than finishing this entry, goodnight!