March 14, 2005
Geez. I need a hair cut. I have curly hair that does exactly what it wants, whenever it wants. In particular it likes to spread out behind my ears when it gets too long. This is God's way to negatively impact my control freakiness. God is supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent. Well, he is also infinite in the ways of humor: he is omnihumorous. God spends his morning coffee laughing at how my requirements for control of life are negatively impacted by my hair. As my hair gets long, it grows wings that are either angel wings or devil wings (you decide). It spreads over my head in a way that in normal days I can control to some extent. But, in times of wind, motorcycle riding, or just getting up in the morning, it's a little strange. After a day of work, I generally look like this when the hair gets long:

Pardon the five-o-clock shadow, and I hope you don’t see the nose and ear hair that is apparently a genetic inheritance (thank you, Dad… I love you, anyway).  Yes, I need a haircut. But why does a haircut have to accentuate the gradually receding hairline? As you may see, the hair grows best on the neck, the nose, and the ears. How is that the better way to handle age? Where in genetics was it determined that this was necessary in the aging process? I’m freakin’ 35. Why does my forehead continue to elongate as I get older? Oh well. My hair shags around in its own fashion that covers my age degredation, but I have to do something to it to get it to behave. Granted, it’s not what most women have to go through. I run a brush through it, and it’s pretty much done. But when it gets long like this, I get up in the morning looking like...well, this. Granted, I could look like like someone I respect less… Oh well, it’s just a trip to someone that will ultimately make me look bald. You know, mom, that this is genetically your fault…

Wondering why hair in my nether-regions doesn't fade like the hair on my head...
Ozarkyn • 06:47 PM • 6 commentstrackback