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@woofisms
musical theatre challenge: [2/5] revivals ► hair (broadway, 2009)
And especially people / Who care about strangers / Who say they care about social injustice / Do you only / Care about the bleeding crowd / How about a needing friend? / I need a friend
Age of Aquarius || Acoustic
Chill? When did Kurt ever really chill for an extended period of time? He wasn’t sure he was ever wired to be chill. He was definitely not the veg and relax kind of guy. Occasionally? Sure. Movies, making clothes, snuggle sessions with Blaine. Kurt didn’t need to be on the ‘get up and go’ mode of operandi twenty-four/seven but he was pretty damn close. Not that he didn’t envy the type that were. From outside the window looking into a lifestyle that was less like the one he preferred to live? It seemed nice. Potentially boring with too much time and too much to think about to for filler. But nice. He imagined the pot helped fill up the blank space between being un-chill for a while and kicking back to relax and do absolutely nothing. Because how do you keep your brain from starting to sound like a record with a scratch on it and the needle stuck bobbing back and forth after staring at the wall, or in Woof’s case, trees or whatever too long? “Looking at me,” he motioned towards his chest then cupped the bent knee of his leg that was crossed over top of the other, “You don’t think you trying to brush off some of your zen abilities wouldn’t be more frustrating than it was worth? I mean.. I’m not the most hip-to-be-vegging-out kinda guy.” His nose pinched up so high it made his eyes squint and bared the corner of his teeth. Kurt knew his limits. Mostly. Or did his best to ignore they existed until they crept up to remind him they were there at the most inconvenient times possible. His features fell to a more serious note and he smiled warmly. “Thank you. I’m trying. I think that if I stayed in the situation I was in a few years ago? I might’ve become one of those people who brush everyone off and think their first assumptions or thoughts are the only ones that are right. I am pretty sure I was close to becoming that way. Or maybe, in pieces, I already ha. It took,” he leaned in and nudged Woof with his elbow before pointing at the sky, “my moon to make me realize the world I was living in versus the world I could be? Were two totally different places and helped me find my way to where I really wanted to be. Guess that’s a start, right?”
Woof didn’t see it quite as ‘doing nothing’, more being calm and taking his time when others would rush. In his eyes, of course, he did plenty. He arranged and attended be-ins, protested important issues, spread the message of love and socialised with his friends. But to the outside eye, this was often mistaken for being lazy or not doing anything at all. “Looking at you, no. I honestly don’t think I could get that frustrated at you. I’d never want to make you..’veg out’ or whatever. Just look at the world a little differently, look at us a little differently,” Woof smiled with a shrug. He knew the stigma that came with hippies and greatly enjoyed proving it wrong. Of course with the beads, the hair, the pot - some stereotypes did fit, but most people elected to ignore the tribe’s good will and kindness, wanting instead to turn them into some foreign concept that no one could truly understand. It was good, to know your limits, but it was more important not to be limited by them. Never turn down a challenge out of fear of the unknown was a rule that Woof held deeply. “Well good for you, man. You got out. Everyone thinks that they’re right, I mean - I think I’m right. But I’m also willing to accept the fact that I’m not, if things turn out that way, You can’t be afraid of change just because it might prove you wrong.” Woof’s eyes followed up to the moon again, and the sight instantly brought a smile to his lips. “Your moon sounds awesome!” he chuckled, patting Kurt’s arm, “You’re both very lucky. Some people spend their whole life looking for their moon, you’ve got to hold on to yours.” He himself had many moons, it was a big part of how he saw the idea of love, and how he applied it to so many people. Everyone was important to him, he was ‘hung-up’ on some people more than others, of course, Mick Jagger, one lovely guy in the tribe name Claude, but he did genuinely care for everyone. He loved everyone, and never truly understood people who were opposed to that idea. There was a difference between loving someone, and being in love with them, after all.
Lauren’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he took his hand down and she gave a genuine smile. He was nice, weird, but respectful. She figured she could get on board with that. Her curiosity was officially peaked as she began to wonder if this guy held the secret to not worrying about relationships.
“Why not any more? I mean, that’s great, obviously. But, what changed? If you don’t mind me asking.”
The relaxation of the girl brought a smile to Woof’s face. Glad that he wasn’t the cause of any concern for her. Shaking his head with her question he moved to bring his legs up onto the seat, sitting down on them as he looked at her with a warm smile.
“I don’t mind. And, well it’s all about you. How you see relationships. If you put so much pressure on them to be...constantly amazing, then you can really only be disappointed, but if you accept that things will be tough at times, then you’ll figure out the best ways to get through all the hardships together. Plus, the relationships you have with people are important, love people, with all your heart. But that’s not restricted just to romantic love. Hold all of your relationships at equal importance. That helped me. ”
“Not at all. I’d love to go to school, to learn new things..it must be amazing. And, well, they do call me lots of things, none of them are very nice though.”
“Well that’s no good then. Do you think that you should talk to a grown up? One that isn’t your mom and dad that is...”
Life is around you and in you.
The buzz of people scattered all around them in the park fell off Kurt’s radar. For someone who was usually pretty damn well aware of their surroundings, it spoke volumes on Woof having a way of drawing people in and continuing a conversation that Kurt, by nature, might’ve shrugged off having with a friend. Unless he was in the mood to dig deep and throw some existential theories around. Preferring to keep to the surface level topics with strangers or near strangers was his way of insuring most people stayed at a safe distance unless he wanted to let them in. Under his terms nine and a half times out of ten, of course. Woof watched him so closely that Kurt was starting to feel like they were the only two people in the park. The hippy wasn’t kidding when he said he gave someone a chance to talk and paid attention to what they had to say. Over the years, Kurt’d become more accustomed to people actually listening to him but the topic at hand and the attention being so devout from a person he barely knew had him twisting the edge of his jacket sleeve with a subtle movement of his thumb and forefinger the deeper the conversation got. Not that he was uncomfortable with Woof. Could people be uncomfortable with Woof? Kinda hard to imagine they could if they got past the stoned Deadhead look. Woof’s questions were just making him think and some of the images that got him to his current state of mind weren’t all that pretty. Honing in on the positives rather than the negatives, Kurt huffed and shook his head. “You can’t love everyone. Can you? And trust me. My brand of honesty doesn’t always invite people to open up to me. Sometimes, it’s dished out with the exact opposite in mind. You know? Shutting them up,” he mused with a smile that said he wasn’t overly sorry for his ability to drive someone to silence for his own benefit either, “Maybe you just have to teach me your zen because I’m not getting how you pull it off and not go crazy hearing what you must hear from some people.”
“Of course you can, love has no limit except the ones you give it,” Woof smiled, it was something he had always believed in. Who says you can only love a finite number of people? Woof saw no reason to limit yourself like that, surely it couldn’t make people happy to do so. He laughed and shook his head, “Sure, but it depends on how you use that honesty. Don’t use it to harm people, that’s not the same as being open, being open is about acceptance and letting yourself just...c h i l l.” His last word was spoken with a relaxed sigh, life was much better when he wasn’t worrying about so many things. He understood the issues with the world, of course, and would do anything to better society, but Woof never believed that he had to dictate anything in order to make things better. Besides, wouldn’t the world be so much better if people just relaxed? The idea of teaching anyone his ‘zen’ brought a smile to his face, “Anytime, dude. I’m always happy to spread the peace.” A believable statement if there ever was one, peace and happiness were Woof’s bread and butter as it very much were. If he could make someone happy then his day was successful in his eyes. It was becoming clear that he and Kurt saw a few things pretty differently, and it wasn’t Woof’s goal to make Kurt more like him by any means, but if he could show him another way to see the world then he would be one happy hippy. “I hear a lot of stuff, and sure some of it is crazy to me. But then I’m crazy to a lot of people. As long as you understand why you think the things that you do, you’ll be able to start understanding others. But most people never question their own opinions and that’s the real problem. They are set believing something for so long that they can’t even remember why they believed it in the first place. But you’re not like that - I know.”
Woof was the epitome of a good soul and it was even more obvious now than ever. He wasn’t only optimistic but Jeanie was sure that Woof genuinely would make the world better. “I trust you, and I know, we will. It’s just so hard to see everyone going through so much what with this war and the pollution and…everything.” But if anything that was incentive to make more people aware, and Jeanie certainly wouldn’t stop until things were good in the world for everyone, including her baby. “And what about you? How are you feeling, Woof?”
He considered himself lucky. He loved his friends like family, and everything they taught him had brightened his view of life more than he ever thought possible when he was still a child. And now he was going to bear witness to one of the best people he knew becoming a mother and it was just going to be amazing - he knew it. Still, his hair swooped down to one side as his head tilted, thinking of a response to her question. “I’m alright. Honestly, I was a little un-yip today... I got my draft card.”
We were just children Thrown into an adult war And now we’re not kids Anymore.
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Sure, Kurt could imagine that in New York City there were plenty more curious minds who were willing to bend to someone else’s train of thought. Especially the sort that hung around the Parks smoking their minds full of a haze or were willing to be associated with those doing so. Kurt was doing his best to shed the last of the monkey on his back named Lima and it’s usual train of thought with most of the people who lived there. Problem with his outlook that he struggled to let go of was he’d just gotten used to people not only not listening but being outright deaf, dumb and blind to anyone different. New York was a new page in his life. Occasionally, he felt like he ripped the other ones from his past that he hated out, chucked them in the trash and moved on. But sitting here really thinking about it? A tiny bit of that bitterness lingered still. Okay..pinch more than tiny. “Blocking them out was easier than letting them in. You do that? There’s no saying what damage they can do to you inside. Eventually, I just kept people I love close and that was a whole lot easier than dealing with the ones who didn’t matter.” A brow arched when he was asked what he did to make a change. “Um… What do I do? Depends. My reactions can vary from trying hard to show them that there are other people out there who deserve a chance in spite of who or what they are. ..Others? The claws come out and I’d rather rip out their tongue than listen to them go past two words.” How was that for brutal honesty? Coming from a face as youthful as his, complete with a large blink and sheepish, guilty grin? Woof was left to interpret if he was serious or not. Something in his eyes said.. Yeah, definitely. There might have been plenty of wanting-to-detongue-people moments no matter how sweet the voice was that described such a grisly scene. “And I get it. No hate, just truth. What do you do to make such an impact that they see the light? Is it some weird mojo kind of thing I was just born without.?” Or a magnetism that had Kurt parked here long after he thought to bolt? The guy had a spark of something that drew people to him. Well..more than the obvious one that smelt like burning grass, if ya know what I mean?
Woof stayed looking at Kurt for as long as he spoke, making sure Kurt knew that he was intently listening to each and every word, instead of what a lot of people in New York did which was pretending to listen. He could definitely sense that this boy had taken a lot of crap from people who probably weren’t the kindest, it had an effect on him that Woof saw in a lot of people, Hell, even in himself - in his years before the tribe, of course. The comment about damage made him smile, another way in which they thought differently. He never allowed himself to be damaged by people’s opinions, only enlightened by them, or if they were bad, he’d try and change them. But they didn’t have too negative of an effect on him. “That’s not a bad way of thinking, in fact it’s pretty much the same thing I do. Except that...I love pretty much everyone, there aren’t many people that don’t matter to me.” He gave a gentle laugh and a nod at the boy’s honesty. “The first part is good, stick with that one. And - - I don’t know, man. I don’t think it’s a mojo thing, though.” A big part of it, that most other people could see better than Woof himself, was the fact that he was genuinely nice. Down to the core. Not a cruel intention in the boy’s body. People found it easy to talk to him, because they simply couldn’t get mad at or judge someone so truly nice. “I’m honest. If you’re open, people will be open in return. Or they’ll at least trust you enough to listen to what you’re saying. It’s not about seeing the light, it’s about seeing... everything. People get lost in their little corner of the world that they barely see anything else. But my eyes are open to everything, all the good stuff, and the bad stuff. People need to see it all to appreciate it’s beauty.”
sometime I put tiny sad things into our thread with the specific purpose of adding angst to yiipjeanie ‘s life.
Her mouth quickly opened and closed in surprise as he joined her. Well, people weren’t quite as socially awkward here as in England, she supposed. Which could really only be a good thing. Still, she held back the nervous laugh that almost escaped her as he put a hand on her shoulder.
“Yes…I- Well, it’s not really anything. Just…relationship stuff, I guess?”
Sensing the nervous laughter, Woof took his hand away with a smile. Whilst he did enjoy scaring tourists - in fact it was a well loved past time of his - he wasn’t trying to freak the girl out. Most of the time that just happened naturally, however. He nodded slowly at the mention of relationships.
“Oh yeah. They’re crazy. Relationships I mean. I used to freak out all the time over - well everything. Not any more though...”
