Hair to Me: “I do what I want!”

I’ve always had a very coarse, thick, oily, wiry, uncontrollable mess for a head of hair. It’s naturally curly and wavy, which makes for a control freak’s nightmare (ahem). Regardless, my stylist had convinced me to do something different in January after a two-year long go-round with me and my stubbornness. I naturally would decline letting it grow out, as it would bring back memories of standing out like a sore thumb to all who would fancy themselves a bully growing up. Old habits die hard.

Anyway, as I knew it would, it is now at the length where it does whatever it feels like. I’ve tried all sorts of gels and pomade to keep it in the style she wants, but this is all to no avail. If there be any consolation to it all, aside from the “I told you so” moments at the salon, it’s that I’ve successfully managed to steal Peter Sellers‘s hair from one of my all time favorite moves Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. I’m forever indebted to my long-time friend, Travis, for sitting me down one slow, Hooterville night and watching it over a few beers.

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 “Mein Führer… I CAN WALK!”

Now all I need is a pair of tinted glasses and wicked case of Alien Hand Syndrome.

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The Individual’s Journey in a Social Jungle

Humans have been labeled as social creatures. I’m not one to deny that. I know all too well of the desires to connect and share. There are some people willing to shut themselves off to everything and everyone. That has been a struggle for a long time. Turmoil. Frustration. Sadness. Loss of virtue, hope, and affability. All of which I’ve experienced over decades. The double-edge sword slices and dices to this day with Dr. Strangelove syndrome.

Over the last few days, I’ve had to take a real hard look at what I am, or rather, what I want to be. We’ve all heard the pop philosophy “be yourself.” We’ve also heard all sorts of motivational phases like “always improve.” Being yourself is the accepting of yourself, including your faults. There would be no need to improve, if you accepted your faults.

What occurred to me is that it’s not all supposed to be taken in by one person. One person should not have all of these philosophies taken into consideration. It isn’t a melting pot. It’s a blood type. There are several, but some people can only use a specific type.

With that in mind, I must ask myself: what’s my social philosophy? Until now, I thought it a subcategory of morality or operating philosophies. It isn’t. I’m of the opinion that it must be it’s own, separate philosophy in regards to how an individual connects with others. For such a green though, I haven’t committed myself to any resolution thus far. I would love to find a moment of clarity in the near future about it. Suffice it to say, the rough draft version is “do what you can.”

There are a lot of people out there who just aren’t the right kind of people for me. Yes, that doesn’t automatically make them bad people, but does put some serious roadblocks in my way.