The Hippie Angel, from my previous life!
For the past week I have had this weird anxious, depressed feeling. Today it was lifted out of me by an unknown source. Today was possibly the weirdest day of my life:
On my break between classes today I was sitting outside smoking, as I usually do. I see the same faces day in and day out. Peck Hall seemed extra lonely today. Not one soul was around. I blinked my eyes and then in front of me appeared this girl straight out of 1968. She was dressed to the T in Vintage hippie clothing. It appeared that she had gone to great lengths to be as accurate to the hippie lifestyle of the 60's as possible. I noticed the peace button, and a few other buttons that resembled those that my father had collected in the late 60's. She wore a decrepit brown coat, dingy blue jeans, and a pair of well worn earth shoes. I never usually notice appearance, but for some reason I took special interest in hers. Her face was very plain, nothing pretty about her slim nose and matted blonde locks. As soon as our eyes met, she demanded a cigarette. As if she already knew I smoked, I left out the part about me being done smoking 15 minutes before she appeared. Soon after the tip of her cigarette glowed red, she began to ramble about everything in her life. At this point I was a little annoyed with this curious woman. She kept talking about "the war" and telling me about her voyage here to try and start a movement. She never stated what her movement was about, and that made me wonder, but she used the word revolution a whole lot. The thing that sticks out in my mind the most about the whole thing, is when she started talking about her boyfriend. His name was Meredith Hunter. I really have no idea why she gave me his first and last name. The name rang a bell in my head, and I didn't realize why until I thought about it more. (Meredith Hunter was a black man that dated a white girl. He was murdered while the Rolling Stones played at Altamont , by one of the Hells Angels after he brandished a gun) Of course this could be shear coincidence, but I found it very strange. The girl continued telling me about her life, and how she had moved here last summer from San Francisco. After bumming another cigarette off of me she shook my hand. This sent some sort of crazy vibration through my arm and across my chest. She then ran into the rain, and literally disappeared within less than a minute.
Was this some sort of angel sent to put me back on track? Or was she just some cracked out hippie that said all the right things? Whatever it was it made me feel so good! I felt that today was some sort of story and the moral that has played over and over in my head was: "Success is determined on what you as an individual feels is Success, Not what anyone else tells you." I know this doesn't fit my story from above but I really didn't feel like typing all of the dialog of our conversation. I was just giving the jist of what happened. I swear that this story is totally true. Thats why it is completely crazy!!
On my break between classes today I was sitting outside smoking, as I usually do. I see the same faces day in and day out. Peck Hall seemed extra lonely today. Not one soul was around. I blinked my eyes and then in front of me appeared this girl straight out of 1968. She was dressed to the T in Vintage hippie clothing. It appeared that she had gone to great lengths to be as accurate to the hippie lifestyle of the 60's as possible. I noticed the peace button, and a few other buttons that resembled those that my father had collected in the late 60's. She wore a decrepit brown coat, dingy blue jeans, and a pair of well worn earth shoes. I never usually notice appearance, but for some reason I took special interest in hers. Her face was very plain, nothing pretty about her slim nose and matted blonde locks. As soon as our eyes met, she demanded a cigarette. As if she already knew I smoked, I left out the part about me being done smoking 15 minutes before she appeared. Soon after the tip of her cigarette glowed red, she began to ramble about everything in her life. At this point I was a little annoyed with this curious woman. She kept talking about "the war" and telling me about her voyage here to try and start a movement. She never stated what her movement was about, and that made me wonder, but she used the word revolution a whole lot. The thing that sticks out in my mind the most about the whole thing, is when she started talking about her boyfriend. His name was Meredith Hunter. I really have no idea why she gave me his first and last name. The name rang a bell in my head, and I didn't realize why until I thought about it more. (Meredith Hunter was a black man that dated a white girl. He was murdered while the Rolling Stones played at Altamont , by one of the Hells Angels after he brandished a gun) Of course this could be shear coincidence, but I found it very strange. The girl continued telling me about her life, and how she had moved here last summer from San Francisco. After bumming another cigarette off of me she shook my hand. This sent some sort of crazy vibration through my arm and across my chest. She then ran into the rain, and literally disappeared within less than a minute.
Was this some sort of angel sent to put me back on track? Or was she just some cracked out hippie that said all the right things? Whatever it was it made me feel so good! I felt that today was some sort of story and the moral that has played over and over in my head was: "Success is determined on what you as an individual feels is Success, Not what anyone else tells you." I know this doesn't fit my story from above but I really didn't feel like typing all of the dialog of our conversation. I was just giving the jist of what happened. I swear that this story is totally true. Thats why it is completely crazy!!