I wanted to reblog it (share it with other people) when I smiled to myself. I have my tumblr linked to my Facebook account, so when something appears on there it appears on my profile. This would mean Boyfriend would see it. . . and Boyfriend isn't particularly fond of hippies. If you know me, you'll find this fairly amusing. While I don't smoke weed and I do shave my armpits, I am in many ways a hippie. My hair hangs most of the way down my back, as it has nearly all my life: I am barefoot from the second I get home in early May until the very minute I get in the car to come back to school in early September. I don't really believe in synthetic drugs: I do believe in growing as many of your own veggies as you can. I listen to the Beatles. I make jewlery out of hemp, wear anklets, and have an interest in all things holistic.
I remember being in Boyfriend's car the first summer we were together. The windows were open, it was sunny out, and I was barefoot, my hair blowing all around me (and consequently, the car. oops) I had my hemp bracelet and my anklet and my favorite big earrings, my tank top and my old jeans on. He looked at me for a second and then sort of shook his head. I grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking: "How in the hell did I end up with a hippie girlfriend?" I called him on it and he nodded, smiling. He informed me I am an "acceptable," hippie (whatever that means?) and that was why it worked. He even likes my hippie friends, which is cool - I guess they're acceptable too (i'm teasing. sort of.)
Boyfriend is pretty much as non-hippie as you can possibly get. Really. He's more all-american, apple pie, church on Sunday sort. . . blended liberally with metal listening, Vans wearing, multi-instrument playing, scruffy face guy.
So how on earth do things "work"? Usually I think it's because of those very differences, we get along. On the big things in life, we agree. We share the same Faith, we both want a family, we believe that relationships take work, etc. But on so many other things, we're different. I'm the sort or person who sort of just goes where the wind blows: I could easily pack my bags and head out of town, never knowing when I'd be back again. I'm a vicious multitasker, I talk too much and I feel too much and I go to fast and I worry, worry, worry. He gives me an anchor as I drift: he reminds me to eat, sleep, breath. Slow down. I never watch TV unless I'm home with him: then I invariably fall asleep while watching and sleep for hours and hours and hours and hours. . .
I drag him out of the house. And into conversation. And on adventures.
Me & Boyfriend aren't the only example of different working in my relationships. My best friend has several tattoos, belly dances, and loves sushi. I will never ink my body, am a total bunhead, and loathe raw fish. See? Different is good.
