Real Hipness is Rejecting Adulthood

Real Hipness is figuring it out for yourself.

If I show who I really am, people will freak out. So I have to control myself. Because who I really am is totally over the edge. They can’t handle it. They misread it. They misinterpret it.

I think Courtney Love is a pure genius rock star. In other ways she may be pathetic. But who isn’t? Courtney Love and I have something in common: we both refuse to accept adulthood. Or maybe we are too damaged to be the required robot that society needs to have in order to function.

That’s what adulthood is: controlling your natural self, driving whimsical impulses down, way down. Adulthood is all about business. It is about survival, and there is a deadly seriousness about survival. No one is taking care of you anymore, so can’t be completely free or otherwise somebody will eat your lunch and you.

Think of all what is lost when we are forced to mature. Ooodles of creativity dries up in the mind, and cold calculating thinking takes over in our new adult minds. It is tragic. Adulthood is a stiff neck, gait, posture. We are forced to learn the art of acting grim.

My favorite kernel of wisdom of all time is this: “Most men(people) live lives of quiet desperation.” It is sooo true, and the reason why is the burden of adulthood is conditioned into all of us as we grow older. Economic and familial harship is not what causes most suffering in my opinion. I think it is the worldwide societal requirements to act mature and take on the grim task of survival. However, survival does not have to be a grim