Most people are defined by the forces they choose to rebel against. Whether it is their parents, teachers or government we are all a reaction to something. But what about rebelling against yourself?
Consistently we are encouraged to box ourselves into a type. Are you, an emo? A hippy? A punk? A chav? A yummy mummy?
This “typing” of people comes from the advertisers and psychologists. They came together in the 50s to analyse the worlds psyche and how to best please/manipulate the public. By the 80s we had mastered this skill so well we were able to group people into their types and produce products to please the individual in all of us. But I digress..
I have always classed myself as a hippy and thought of myself in this way too. I always believed this allowed me to operate freely to find happiness outside of the average 2.4 children and marriage scenario. But as I grow older I realise this in itself gave me a parameter to operate within.
So, the ultimate rebellion? To throw away my preconcieved notions of the hippy stereotype I so easily fit into and accept that I am a person.
So on the outside I may seem to you to be a vegetarian (i am not), have many experiences with festivals (ive been to a hand full) and detest marriage. I in fact am none of these. I am slowly having to accept that true happiness for me may indeed lay within what I like to call “the norm”.
So, you won’t find me down at st.pauls protesting, and you may find me in a mac donalds late at night after a long shift. Maybe one day you’ll even see me in a white dress walking down the isle to an unsuspecting victim. But that’s alright. Because I am an individual and no psychologist/advertiser combo is going to tell me otherwise.
So next time you pick up a magazine with a questionnaire in the back trying to sort you into a type, I urge you to tear it out, and spit on it. Preferably publicly. Then look at yourself and wonder which category you have already placed yourself in.
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