The northlondonhippy

I was think­ing last night, as I often do, about com­pletely point­less matters.

Yes, I was think­ing about myself.

Its use­ful to take stock in one’s self occa­sion­ally, if noth­ing else, its always for a good laugh and if you can’t laugh at your­self, don’t worry, there will be plenty of other peo­ple to do it for you…

After this short bout of soul search­ing, I didn’t locate my soul (prob­a­bly because I don’t have one), but I did come to a rather amus­ing conclusion:

I am a pro­fes­sional hippy.

It’s true.

Well, sort of.

I don’t make my liv­ing being a hippy, but it cer­tainly con­tributes to the big­ger finan­cial pic­ture, but more than that, when I sit down in front of my iMac, log-in and blog-on to my site, I am indeed a hippy. Dig it!

Think of it like some­one being “gay for pay”, only I don’t have to do any­thing icky.

In my real life, I’m not that much of a hippy, but put me online, send me a lit­tle dosh and I become hip­pi­fied until I am the per­son­i­fi­ca­tion of hip­py­dom. I’m so hippy, dippy and trippy, I even techno-trance myself out!

Smok­ing dope like a moth­er­fucker doesn’t really qual­ify me as a hippy, but my pur­suit of peace, love and under­stand­ing does.

You know, I want the world to be a bet­ter place, I want us to love each other and take care of each other and mainly not fuck each other over so much, but who am I kid­ding? What have I done in the last week to make the world a bet­ter place?

Pre­cisely, sweet F-A.

That’s not totally true, I’ve stayed close to home and out of the pub­lic view, that must be good for the world…

I talk the talk, but dammit if I don’t walk the walk. I haven’t brought peace to the world or fed all the starv­ing chil­dren. I haven’t even hugged a stranger, recently.

I had to stop hug­ging strangers, actu­ally. The police, it turns out, frown on that sort of behav­iour. Who would have thunk it?

So what can I do to make the world a bet­ter place? I can just keep blogging!

My words can change the world…provided the entire world reads every one of them and then fol­lows my sim­ple rules to the letter.

And my rules are sim­ple, just do good and be good at every pos­si­ble oppor­tu­nity. Not because you fear god, or you fear the law, or because you fear any­thing, but because doing good and being good are right and proper.

We’re all stuck on this lump of rock together, so we need to be able to share. No one has the right to any more than you, but no one should expect any less either.

Got too much? Give some of it away!

Got too lit­tle? Some­one should help you out! I would, if I could.

Don’t hate peo­ple because they are dif­fer­ent from you, learn to love them for their dif­fer­ences! We’re all the same, you know, deep down, where it counts.

Do some­thing unselfish, do some­thing self­less, do it anony­mously, so that only you know you did it.

Be gen­er­ous, of your­self, your time and your possessions.

You don’t have to love every­one, even I relent on that one, but don’t hate. We all have the right to exist, so lets just let every­one do that. Please.

For­get about national bound­aries. Coun­tries are stu­pid and tribal. Tribes are stu­pid too. There’s only one tribe any of us belong to and that’s the human tribe. We’re all in this together, we should act like it.

Imag­ine for a sec­ond if we abol­ished bor­der con­trols and just let every­one go where they wanted. How cool would that be? Peo­ple could just travel where they wanted, do what they wanted. Why should some­one be con­demned to a hor­ri­ble life on the basis of the geog­ra­phy of their birth?

Be respon­si­ble for oth­ers and look out for them. It doesn’t mat­ter who…your fam­ily, your friends, com­plete strangers, just have their best inter­ests at heart. Don’t worry, if we all did that, your back would be cov­ered too.

Maybe my wide-eyed ide­al­ism is enough to jus­tify bestow­ing the title “hippy” upon me after all!

Let’s all live in the hippy’s social­ist won­der­world! If I could work out how to get you all inside my imag­i­na­tion at the same time, we’d be one step closer. Maybe with a shoehorn?

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