snapshot of that damn hippie

i am torn between loving her for her lust for life and hating her for her inability to be loyal to anyone but herself or fun, or the moment. people like her, her spit at life and get rewarded for it make me physically ill. their hapiness astounds me. touring about the world, smoking pot, pullin' up stakes as soon as the wind shifts... what sort of life is that? and friends? who has friends with a life like that? that's what i mean about the lack of loyalty.