I'm an aging hippie, and proud of it. MY social justice values are still alive and well, and I have spent 29 years of my professional career working on social justice issues. I ain't no sellout.
I got a case of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever... and I never even went outside. I was bitten by a Brown Recluse spider twice in the exact same place within a year, My car was the only one side-swiped in a long line of parked cars by a woman in a van in a diabetic comma who then overturned the van. I had a fight with a tree and lost. I'm always catching purse handles and clothes on door knobs and loose wires that snag clothing. I get fired from jobs for being too nice or ethical. I love crazy people and don't know why others don't. People yell at me for doing the right thing. I'm ruled by emotion, but I'm actually entirely too logical for the real world, which is going to hell. I made history at the National Institute of Health for crying hysterically when undergoing a biopsy - I traumatized STAFF and heard about myself 8 floors up within an hour. I walked out of a meeting feeling hip, only to find that I had tucked the entire back of my skirt inside my panty hose in the bathroom -HORROR