live a bohemian lifestyle

after I graduated from college and renounced my materialist ways, that is. Grad school induced poverty, writerly aspirations and extreme liberalism only help with this one.

freedom of self-expression above all else—
a doorway leading away from social constraints.
conveying emotion and thoughts through arts;
unconventional, unique, present, free.

You know you’re a bohemian when…By: Rachel Wolfe
Published: August 25, 2006

Ultimately, the key to knowing when you have become a bohemian comes down to an acknowledgment inside yourself. You no longer need the approval of others. You do not march to the beat of any one drum, but dance to the rhythm of some old record player. Staying indoors all day is never an option because there are just too many nooks and crannies to explore. You find mornings are incomplete without a cup of coffee and a long gaze out the six-paned window. When a re-location is in order, new construction is never considered in favor over a lived-in vintage place with character, stories and possibly a haunting.

The dead give away, though, is the sense of energy and life bursting at the seams with such force, that convention was not just left at the door, it failed to exist in your bloodstream.

I’m pretty shure I’ve got this down. I strive to enjoy life and live on my own terms. I shun materialsim. I have geekish knowledge of music, books, and art. I consider myself to be a creative artsy person (espically in the area of music). I love intellectual conversations. I have an eccentric group of friends. I have a slightly retro sense of style. And I also smoke american spirit ciggarattes….

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Can I be a straight bohemian? Not critisizing, but all male bohemia-type males I know are not…

My goal was to live my life on my own terms as a bohemian and a goth. I have never been concerned about what people think. I simply ignore the criticisms and judgemental attitudes of the mainstream bourgoisie.

I am myself, that means that my mind is full of vision, poetry, music. Too long this has been buried under the pile of mundane worries and responsibilities. It has been suffocating me. Finally today I felt a true spark again, a drawing that promised more, to become a painting that will thrill me.

I can’t escape the mundane completely, I can’t quit my job and run away to Alaska or Europe, I am not at the point that I am able to escape my responsibilities, but I can make my time more artistically productive. To hell with trying to make my home look like it is out of a magazine, if there’s clutter, its creative clutter, so be it.

I want to remember myself. I want to feel the blood streaming in my veins. I want the lust of wind rushing across my body, lifting me to fly off over the buildings and trees and oceans. Fear will fall away like unused plates of armor. Power in my hands to create my art. MY ART. To throw off the invisible critic and reach, thrust, dig into my true vision. To remember that the opinions of anyone, ANYONE else are utterly irrelevant, as long as I follow my path, my own path. Cast off the mask, the chains of normality, forget domesticity. Breathe air and not mud. Rediscover my decadent self.

To create, to endeavor, to love whom I may and roam the countless days of sun and breeze, flowers and trees. Paint on my fingers, a song in my heart, passion sketches linger, stars in my eyes, dancing to my own beat, new faces and places to greet!

Yes, this has always sounded like the life to me :D

I want to write and sing and dance and laugh and love and think!!!! Viva la vie boheme!!!