Stuck in a box I like
So this weekend i went to a hippy fest....
No thats not right. Imma start again
So this weekend i visited a hippie fest. Not as a spectator but for business. I couldnt even go to a place like that without making money. However i did know a couple people that were properly attending so I thought I would search them out. I found dodge ram Pirates, very gay sailors, the buffest chick i have ever seen. Even her nipples must have been buff because they were pointy beyond belief in her size too small bikini. I saw a door that was set up with no walls, a teacher from town clearly braless and her husband selling shitty walking sticks. I did not find who I was looking for.
I saw kids and happiness and love and a general good time. This was definitely not my world.
Eventually I stopped and asked a purple haired giant if he knew my friends (7000 people there so of courese this stranger should know Dana...) and he said the best thing to do is get out and walk. And i did. And all i saw was more crazy.
Finally i found other friends i wasnt expecting and sat down for a drink and people watched. Normal people, crazy people, happy people. And had to get out of there.
At one point i thought about how busy life was. And how maybe submitting myself to the chaos around me might be good for the soul. But then i came to my senses and knew that I cant let go like that. Im a guy at a hippie fest in a crisp collared shirt and I dont think there is a metaphor that better describes my life. I want to be carefree so bad but when i try it is so foreign that i have to pull back.
Part of me would really like to fix that. But the rest of me is pretty comfy where I am. So I sit in my box and enjoy the chaos. And that my friends is why I come here. You all are the festival I get to visit. The joys the pains, the music the silence. I experience and I leave. And wish I could stay here forever but know that it wouldnt be good if i did.
No thats not right. Imma start again
So this weekend i visited a hippie fest. Not as a spectator but for business. I couldnt even go to a place like that without making money. However i did know a couple people that were properly attending so I thought I would search them out. I found dodge ram Pirates, very gay sailors, the buffest chick i have ever seen. Even her nipples must have been buff because they were pointy beyond belief in her size too small bikini. I saw a door that was set up with no walls, a teacher from town clearly braless and her husband selling shitty walking sticks. I did not find who I was looking for.
I saw kids and happiness and love and a general good time. This was definitely not my world.
Eventually I stopped and asked a purple haired giant if he knew my friends (7000 people there so of courese this stranger should know Dana...) and he said the best thing to do is get out and walk. And i did. And all i saw was more crazy.
Finally i found other friends i wasnt expecting and sat down for a drink and people watched. Normal people, crazy people, happy people. And had to get out of there.
At one point i thought about how busy life was. And how maybe submitting myself to the chaos around me might be good for the soul. But then i came to my senses and knew that I cant let go like that. Im a guy at a hippie fest in a crisp collared shirt and I dont think there is a metaphor that better describes my life. I want to be carefree so bad but when i try it is so foreign that i have to pull back.
Part of me would really like to fix that. But the rest of me is pretty comfy where I am. So I sit in my box and enjoy the chaos. And that my friends is why I come here. You all are the festival I get to visit. The joys the pains, the music the silence. I experience and I leave. And wish I could stay here forever but know that it wouldnt be good if i did.
