My life was a misfire

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1960. I was born in 1961. I had the hippie ethos as a kid.

I knew what a hippie was. I understood about hippies on a basic level.

Hippie isn't "something for nothing." It's much more than that. It's a "free love" ethos (maybe too free at times). It's about losing your inhibitions. It was a rebellion against the "middle class" values which were prominent at that time.

Hippies frequently just "helped out."

My parents were white-bread conservatives. My father wore a suit in the house, though he loosened up in the 1970s.

I never expected "something for nothing." I knew hippies who didn't expect that, either. I grew up having trouble even asking for a slice of pizza.

They might have had long hair, wore beads, did Buddhist things, whatever. But many I knew weren't freeloaders. They were into folk songs, and sitting around the campfire.

...Basically, I don't think I'm capable bodily of being Johnny Appleseed homeless anymore. It seems that I simply cannot wear a backpack anymore - It makes my back hurt too much . Furthermore, getting off of ground-level is, for me, something on the level of looking like Lon Chaney Sr. playing a pathetic cripple.
When I was staying at that Sally Army shelter, and carried a big frame backpack around all day - It hurt, at least at times, like f**k .
As I mentioned elsewhere, I ventured into buying pot edibles, with this as my excuse - I concentrated more on medical-oriented (getting entered at the pot store as a medically-oriented customer and tending towards pain relief/helping sleep-oriented cannabis incidia stuff more than highness-oriented cannabis sativa) stuff, but bought a considerable bit of munchies - some pot-infused pretzels, some fruit drink comparable to Snapple or Brisk, some gummi candies and lozenges. They're presumably all back at the room - except that the pretzels appeared to have been, presumably accidently, thrown away by the clean-up woman .
Except for the refrigerated drink, they were all together in one bag.

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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!

I hope the Cannabis stuff works for you.

God knows you need something to work for you.

Hi ASS-P, I'm having mental health issues and needing to retreat again for a while (in case you wondered why I randomly disappeared) - but wanted to say you are in my thoughts, and I'm wishing you all the best. Take care & be strong.

You have lots of good stuff in your mind, Ashariel.

I wish I had the good stuff you have.

Why do all the geniuses seem to be so perfectionistic?

I think ASS-P is college material, honestly.....if he can focus on what he is studying.

Yep....talking in the 3rd person again....Smite me!! !!

RRs efforts to get these transcripts will not get AssP into any school, because they are not official unless sent by AssPs HS to the college records office. So I dont see where this is going, or why its worth hundreds of posts over years and years.

I wish ASS-P would say....."damn right I'm college material! And I'm going to prove it to all of you!"

There was a post today he wrote....which was pretty damn good.

It's in the survey-thread he started about Michael Jackson's dad, and what (the dad) might have "done" to Michael.