I am not a fucking hippy.

Before we delve into the deep inner psyche of the hippy/dirtbag relationship, I'd like to relate a conversation about this I had recently.

Person A. "Kevin, you are a fucking hippy."
Me "No I'm not."
Person A. "You've been sleeping in a shed for the past week."
Person B. "The difference is, Kevin doesn't call sleeping in a shed a spiritual experience."

I feel that this needs to be made very clear. On the surface it may seem that dirtbags like myself resemble hippies. Like dirtbags, hippies smell bad, but after that I feel the resemblances end. Sure, hippies travel around, hang out in nature, forego their personal hygiene, and so on. But hippies are doing it for no fucking reason and calling it all a spiritual experience.

That doesn't make any sense. 9/10 dirtbags would much rather be staying at the Awahanee than sleeping in a shed. We travel around, hang out in nature, forego their personal hygiene, and so on.....because we want to climb rocks! Which makes much more sense.

Now for a quick game!
Q. See if you can find 10 differences you can come up with between the two people in these photos.
A. They both smell bad, but Fred Becky looks like a man, not a bearded lady.

Dirtbag

Hippie