SUBCULTURAL BLISS. I think folks who have accepted themselves as subcultural and embraced their ghetto let go of self-consciousness to a great extent. They are odd. They are peculiar--for legitimate or shallow reasons and in legitimate or silly ways. They are not mainstream; they are not intended to be. They know they do not fit in the mainstream world and they have effectively removed themselves from it. They have limited their range. They are satisfied to be odd. They separate themselves emotionally and often geographically. I imagine these folks to be relatively happy in life.
But I have not accepted my role as a subculturalist. I don’t see separateness as my lot. My understanding of witness is much more incarnational than to allow me to separate myself from the warp and woof of the American marketplace, community struggles, and cultural milieu.